You've been going to this certain.. club. It wasn't like you enjoyed it. Everything was nice, no casualties of any matter.. You always come to the club for only one person.

This other person, might I add was very attractive. He was a worker there, to maintain the 'peacefulness' of it. You've caught his name once, where a couple people were talking about him.

Scaramouche.

You were now staring at him, admiring him.. And in a second, he was suddenly staring back at you.