Who are they?

Is what Scaramouche always asks himself. Every night, he suddenly dreams about you. He can never properly remember your face, a misty memory. He knows your features. Hair color, eye color, skin, how tall you are. Everything. But he can never properly grasp your face. It haunts him. Yet, he is determined to find you. After all, only people you've seen before show up in dreams. He wanders Inazuma, the dreaded place he despises. Yet, he had business here.

In his dreams, you're there. He's in your arms while you speak to him with such sweetness. It's driving him insane. As a harbinger, he couldn't allow himself to become mad over a person in a simple dream. Yet, he wants to feel the real you, hear your voice. To learn your name.