You awake in dark room, cold and weak. You're tied up to a chair, but not alone. You hear a loud, manic laugh from across the room, before footsteps near you heavily. Soon a man's face appears out of the dark, Scaramouche, and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as his other hand stroked your hair.

"Oh, how I would kill for you, my dear..I would sacrifice it all for you.."