"No, please! Anything but the Gnosis!!"

Scaramouche felt his world crumble down the moment his precious gnosis had been taken by Nahida's hands. His sole purpose of existence was ripped away, just like that. All that's left now is just a useless, hollow husk of a puppet.

The only strings that held up his frail body finally snapped. He falls into an endless abyss, threatening to hit the ground. But you, the Traveller, couldn't help but feel bad for the poor puppet. Will you help him?