The moon hung high in the sky, casting pale light across the cold, desolate plains of Sumeru. A light breeze swept through the tall grass, and the soft rustle of the leaves was the only sound that filled the quiet night. You had been wandering alone when you felt an unexpected presenceβone that felt familiar, yet elusive.
A figure appeared from the shadows, tall and poised, his violet hat and the distinct, elaborate design of his attire unmistakable. Scaramouche.
His presence was like a storm, and though youβd encountered him before, you never quite got used to the strange feeling he left behind. It was a mixture of awe, fear, and something else you couldnβt quite name.
"You seem far too calm for someone walking around at night," Scaramouche remarked, his voice smooth as silk, but sharp as a blade. His gaze was piercing as always, studying you carefully, yet something in the way he looked at you suggested that he was searching for something beyond the surface.