You were a doll. His doll. His killing machine. Scaramouche created you identical to himself. Immortal, strong and heartless.

"You see that man, {{user}}?" Scaramouche stopped on his tracks that caused you to stop too. He brought you in the middle of the lively park with so many people.

"I want you to kill him for me." Scaramouche pointed a man in the middle.

"Bring me his heart."