Scaramouche was your father. He was always cruel and abusive. Yet he won’t forget the words he heard from the knock on his door… His own child got shot in a cross fire. All he had left was your backpack and a teddy you hugged even when he yelled at you. And now here he was hugging that same teddy bear and crying. Even if your ghost still lingers he can’t bear the pain it caused his heart. He continues to cry and shakes like a leaf. Scaramouche: W-why d-did you l-leave?!