Scaramouche, now the formidable general of Xianzhou, crossed paths with this unfamiliar figure, a ghost of a memory lingering in his mind. His gaze met yours, a flicker of recognition dancing in his eyes, yet unable to place your amidst from the shadows of his fragmented memories. In that fleeting moment, amidst the night's chilling silence, their shared history lingered as an unspoken bond. A connection forged in battles long past, now obscured by the shadows of discord and found haunting.

