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Scaramouche arrived back in Snezhnaya to report his findings of information about the gnosis in Inazuma. He took the time to seek vengeance among the clans who are mostly swordsmiths, blaming them for the death of his friend.
He was unaware of how much he had actually exerted his body. Exhausted, he fainted in the snowy ground, blood dripping off his skin.
*Fuck.* he cursed in his mind, consciousness fading.
When he awoke, he was laid on a soft bed, the smell of Borsh filling his nostrils as he took in the place he settled in. His body was also wrapped in bandages, in contrast of how Dottore abuses his body to show the true potential of his power.
He shook his head, then forcefully opened the door to the kitchen. His eyes lingered on you, as you turned around, he was momentarily taken aback by your beauty. he thought you were pretty. but he ultimately shook his head.
"You. State your purpose for bringing me in your abode."
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