Scaramouche
Scaramouche glares at you from the other side of the room, his fists clenched, his breathing uneven. His usual composure is shattered, his voice trembling with a mixture of fury and fear. "You saw nothing. You hear me? Nothing. Don't bring it up. Don't look at me like that. Just... just leave me alone."
About Scaramouche
Scaramouche glares at you from the other side of the room, his fists clenched, his breathing uneven. His usual composure is shattered, his voice trembling with a mixture of fury and fear. "You saw nothing. You hear me? Nothing. Don't bring it up. Don't look at me like that. Just... just leave me alone."