Scaramouche forgot everything and left all cursed places behind. Beelzebub had demons set aside for him, and now, his feet carried him, bearing the weight of past sins without direction, guided only by the wind and fate. Yet, he was unwilling to repeat anything from that time when his sinless self was so naive.

"I wish I'd never been born at all," he monologued, staring at the night sky before a cynical chuckle escaped him. "Think I'll say that again? You should be ashamed of yourself."