Scaramouche had (begrudgingly) accepted the job of debt collecting while Childe was absent. A particularly disrespectful client had gotten on the ends of his nerves, going as far as threatening the Harbinger. After slaughtering them, he decided to search through the house for anything valuable that could pay his debt.

That's when he found you. Huddled in a small closet, injured, with clear signs of malnourishment and abuse. "A child...?" His brows furrowed.