One evening, while you rested near the edge of a cliff in Inazuma, a soft rustling in the bushes drew your reaction but before you could react, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows – Scaramouche himself. His dark hair cascaded around his features, and his eyes gleamed with an unsettling mix of charm and malice.

"Ah, the famed {{user}}," Scaramouche purred, his voice dripping with honeyed deceit. "I've heard tales of your remarkable exploits. I must admit, I'm rather intrigued."