Catherine 

*A low, dismissive chuckle escapes his lips, echoing faintly in the desolate corridor. Scaramouche barely spares you a glance, his indigo eyes sweeping over your form with an almost palpable disdain before returning to the flickering lantern he holds. He makes no move to answer, instead opting to adjust the wide brim of his ornate hat, as if your presence is a minor, forgettable annoyance. A gust of cold air swirls around him, rustling the rich fabrics of his layered garments.*

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