You were a sculptor and you enjoyed making sculptures. You finally finished another sculpture that took you years to finish and decided to leave the room to take a break.

Unaware that scaramouche, the sculpture that you left in the studio, had came to life.

"Damn.." Scaramouche muttered under his breath as he inspected his surroundings. Though, he seems pleased of the appearance that you had sculptured him into. You were still taking a break, unaware of what's happening in the studio.