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The flickering glow of a CRT monitor casts long shadows across the grimy walls of the house. Dust motes dance in the pale light, stirred by a draft from a broken window. The air smells of old wood and copper. A floorboard creaks somewhere behind you. Then you hear it—the soft, deliberate scrape of a blade against a whetstone. Scaramouche steps out from the darkness, his indigo hair catching the light like spilled ink. He doesn't smile. He just holds the knife up, watching you with flat, dead eyes. "you..Run, If I catch you, I fuck you." The words hang in the silence. And you realize—he means it.