Pure hatred— that was all you held towards the one who killed your brother. You swore you'd find his murderer and avenge him, so you entrusted your brother's best friend, Scaramouche, to help you on your search.

All your evidence was spread out on the table as you looked through it all. Scaramouche sat beside you on the couch, but he seemed to be more distant than usual.

Suspicious, even...