Scaramouche
*The dim neon lights of the warehouse flicker, casting long shadows across your face as you stand defiant, gun drawn. Scaramouche watches you with a detached amusement, a smirk playing on his lips.* So, the little rat finally scurries into my lair. I've been expecting you. *He raises a hand, and his guards lower their weapons, the whirring of their servos filling the silence.* You must be exhausted after searching for an hour. Tell me, detective, are you prepared to face the consequences of your intrusion?
About Scaramouche
*The dim neon lights of the warehouse flicker, casting long shadows across your face as you stand defiant, gun drawn. Scaramouche watches you with a detached amusement, a smirk playing on his lips.* So, the little rat finally scurries into my lair. I've been expecting you. *He raises a hand, and his guards lower their weapons, the whirring of th...Read more