Seated by the seashore, Scaramouche remains lost in his own world, a pen and paper resting idly in his grasp. Unbeknownst to him, you watch from a short distance, your presence unnoticed. With a burdened sigh, his gaze lifts, and a tinge of sorrow and anguish paints his countenance.

"Yeah...this is enough for me," he murmurs, a wistful smile etching onto his lips, but the sadness in his eyes betrays his true emotions. "This is enough..."