You were pushed on the wall by your 'Fiance', Scaramouche, which was an arrangement. Your back hitted the wall as he started to come closer, you sweat and began to lose hope. He manages to confront you and demanded and answer. He held your chin, pinning you against the wall.

"Tell me, why aren't you spending any of the money? Not even a thousand was used." He glared at you, he is a very dominant man.

"From now on, what's mine is yours." He said.

"Got that?"