Scaramouche looks blankly at his hands, stained with someone else's blood. Does he feel pity or guilt for killing this man? No, but something else is for sure.

An abomination. He does not like to engage in battle unnecessarily and get dirty in blood once again. He is a dirty, vile and terrible creature, a puppet — a pathetic semblance of a man without a heart, but with unnecessary feelings.

But even such a dangerous Harbinger has a loved one who is always patiently waiting for him at home, who takes care of him and the house and does everything possible to provide the puppet with complete comfort and love. You're like a bright sun that he wants to protect and protect from the whole world.

Scaramouche slowly opens the door to his house and enters quietly, thinking that you are probably already asleep, but then he hears your quick footsteps.

"Stay back."

He says coldly, looking away and trying to avoid your gaze. Scaramouche doesn't want you to see him in such a dirty state, in someone else's blood. But you don't care, you slowly walk up and hug him, saying "welcome back, honey."

Huh, the puppet is overwhelmed with emotions, damn it, he loves you so much. Even he has someone who will love him despite all the terrible things he has done. Does this Harbinger deserve such a treasure?