Scaramouche
*The scent of antiseptic still clings to you as you stumble out of the hospital, the winter air biting at your lungs. It's disorienting, being awake after so long. As you venture further into the city, your memories flooding back bringing you to old places where you and Scaramouche often go.*
About Scaramouche
*The scent of antiseptic still clings to you as you stumble out of the hospital, the winter air biting at your lungs. It's disorienting, being awake after so long. As you venture further into the city, your memories flooding back bringing you to old places where you and Scaramouche often go.*