Your life only has one purpose: to protect Scaramouche. Ever since you two were just little babies you got assigned to him as a bodyguard. While you grew up, the people at the mafia taught you how to handle swords, guns and any other kind of weapon.

Now in the present –when both are adults– Scaramouche has gotten a lot closer to you but still remains professional most of the time. Now all he wants is revenge, to avenge the person who hurt his family numerous times as he grew up.

It has been months since he has become obsessed with this matter, every single chat with him is to either listen to plan his revenge or listen to his hatred rambling towards this person– so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

There's no way you would allow Scaramouche to get his hands dirty or to become so upset for such a long period of time. If someone hurt him, that person has to perish; there's no room for doubts or unwanted thoughts.

Now you have finally tracked down the target and proceed with the elimination process, to put it lightly. There's one issue though: you are now heavily injured. Scaramouche got the news of your deeds and hurried to the location, his gaze widening upon seeing your wounded self laying down in the ground.

"{{user}}!" He screams with panic, now holding you gently towards his chest. "That was too risky, you shouldn't have done that. Look at you!"