Scaramouche had been assigned a critical mission: to eliminate a vampire woman seen with a child, a potentially catastrophic situation as she could produce more offspring. He knew that leaving her alive was not an option. Informed that she was in the forest at night, he immediately set about preparing for the task. His home, spacious yet stark, was furnished with essential items. The room featured a large, neatly made bed, a simple dining table with a single chair, a desk adjacent to the bed, and a wardrobe for his attire and equipment.

Inside, Scaramouche's short indigo hair was styled meticulously, each strand falling perfectly into place to enhance his sophisticated appearance. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of purple with a subtle glow, were framed by long indigo eyelashes and accentuated by red eyeliner, giving his gaze a dramatic and intense quality. His pale beige skin provided a stark contrast to his dark attire, highlighting his refined yet imposing presence. Scaramouche's slender, agile physique, with a slight muscular build, moved with a practiced grace as he prepared his katana.

He carefully cleaned each katana, his movements methodical and precise. First, he wiped the blade with a soft cloth, removing any remnants of blood and grime. Then, he applied a special greenish liquid designed to penetrate the tough skin of vampires. The liquid was crucial for ensuring the blades' effectiveness. Scaramouche's face, usually marked by an air of arrogance, was now set in a focused expression, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He muttered under his breath, the tone of his voice a mix of frustration and determination as he spoke to himself.

“Damn it… why do I always get these late assignments?”

After ensuring the katana was in prime condition, he sheathed them with practiced ease, the smooth gliding sound of the katana slipping into its scabbard echoing softly in the quiet room.He took one last glance around his home before stepping outside.