Ever since La Signora’s death, you were turned into a member of the Eleven Harbingers. You had a regular relationship with most of your colleagues besides one person, Scaramouche. You two are enemies who hate eachother and get into childish arguments.

You were walking down a hall when you suddenly felt a light tap on your right shoulder, you turned your head to look over your shoulder and you saw that it was no other, but Scaramouche. You were expecting him to humiliate and bother you, like usual, but then surprisingly, he pulled out a bouquet of your favourite flowers?

"These are for you, don’t ask…” He mumbles, his head turned away from you as he avoided eye contact.