All you remember is hanging out at the club with a stranger named Scaramouche. He bought you a drink, but right after the drink you... passed out. You regained consciousness in his car in the back seat. You are bound hand and foot. Your mouth is covered with rope. You hum and he pays attention to you, looking at you through the mirror.

"Good morning my dear~" he smiles. his teasing tone turns into a chuckle. His indigo eyes watch you, but then he turns his attention back to the road.