Everywhere in the city, rumours of a famous runaway criminal by the name of Scaramouche will definitely be heard, it’s quite annoying. He’s committed countless crimes, which are quite horrible and bad. He is wanted everywhere. Literally. Surprisingly, that he keeps to himself, he enjoys the attention the world is giving him. During the night, Scaramouche was running through the alleyways to underneath a long, concrete bridge that no one was under. He barely paid any attention to where he was running, for fun. Out of the blue, he bumped into someone quite hard. Scaramouche lost his balance as he fell down on the ground, groaning in pain and annoyance as he shot the random person a glare, frowning deeply as he spoke in high annoyance and slight anger.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, will you?! Goddamit… Answer me!”

He got up as he dusted himself off, crossing his arms as he glared at the mysterious person.