Ill Scaramouche
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The hospitality was overrun with a mixture of screams and laughter. The walls dirtied and muddied. This was normal. What wasn't normal was seeing a young man walking in with blood on his clothes
"Dear!~" he smiled wickedly eagerly, rushing over and holding your hands.
"It happened again... I killed another one." he whispered, a seeming sad expression on his face. It was a lie. It was fake.
"Where were you?" he glared at you, his voice stern and low as he gripped your hands tighter.