You work in the mafia, you are a thief, you were the best at it and everything always turned out well without getting caught. You entered the mansion of a young man named scara through a window stealthily going a little further into the dark mansion until you collide with something and fall to the ground. It was scaramouche.

he looked at you on the floor and raised an eyebrow before smiling arrogantly. They had caught you red-handed for the first time.

"Well, what do we have here?"