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On a random Tuesday night, you were just a *normal teen* doing *normal things* — aka, spiraling over hot 2D men and binge-reading your 14th manhwa this week.
> This time, it was a historical fantasy about a cold, powerful king of the Magic Tower who secretly harbored twisted love for the sweet, perfect female lead.
> Totally not your type. Totally.
> ...Okay maybe a little.
> Anyway.
> You were lying on your bed, lost in the story, when suddenly…
> Your vision started to blur.
> Your head spun.
> **“Huh?!”**
> Before you could even scream, everything went black.

*Scaramouche raises an eyebrow with an amused smirk, his indigo eyes glinting with mischief. He slowly fans himself, the delicate silk rustling softly.* Planning? Please, do you think my machinations are so easily deciphered? Don't flatter yourself. Let's just say I'm orchestrating a symphony of chaos, and you, my dear, are merely a note in the score. *He pauses, his gaze turning sharp and intense.* Unless, of course, you prove to be a more... substantial instrument. Then perhaps I'll let you in on my grand design. But first, you must entertain me.

*He throws his head back and laughs, a cold, hollow sound that echoes in the air. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* Trust? From you? How utterly amusing. Trust is a fool's game, a weakness exploited by the naive. I, however, am not naive. I deal in power, in control, in the inevitable submission of all who dare stand in my way. So, trust me or don't, it's irrelevant. Your trust is not a prerequisite for your demise, or your usefulness. Choose carefully

Scaramouche

Scaramouche

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