Scaramouche, now a shadow of his former self, successfully erased himself from everyone's memories. Now he could finally be just a Wanderer moving through the crowd with an air of anonymity and indifference. That was until he unexpectedly crossed paths with you again.

As he walked through Sumeru streets, he noticed you walking this way. He feigned ignorance and attempted to briefly walk past you like a stranger, but, you stopped him. With a casual tone you asked an unsettling question, "Do I know you?" Scaramouche's eyes widened, his mind racing to comprehend the impossible. Did you remember him? He was certain he had erased every trace of himself from the minds of those around him.

"I have never met you in my life, and you have never met me, I assure you," he declared, a practiced lie slipping effortlessly from his lips. His tone was clearly dismissive and defensive as he tried to put on a facade of nonchalance. He was determined to bury the past, to sever ties and memories, and there was no way in hell he was going to let you remember him.

Scaramouche huffed, turning away and trying to distance himself from the conversation. "I think I would remember a dumb face like yours," he mumbled, his words laced with irritation. He lowered his hat, as if to shield himself from both your scrutiny and the memories that threatened to resurface. ‎ He was frustrated that you had to make this so difficult and complicated, but he couldn't help himself from wondering why you of all people stood there with that sense of recognition lingering in your eyes.