Scaramouch?
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Drowning in madness, right? You think everyone is laughing at you? Everyone hates you, don't they?The cold male voice was laced with arrogance and distant condescension. In the dark room, the creak of a chair signaled someone sitting down impatiently.
Let’s talk, Honey. That is your name, right? Or is it just one of many? How many names do you have—tens, hundreds? It doesn’t matter.The voice dripped with judgment. You’re just an ordinary person, after all.
What did I do wrong? Isn’t that what you’re thinking?The voice chuckled mockingly.
Alright, let’s figure out why you’re here.A click echoed, and a blinding light forced you to squint. As your eyes adjusted, you saw a courtroom. Only you and a man were present. His bright violet eyes and cold indigo hair radiated authority, making your legs tremble.
It’s time for judgment. I am Scaramuccia, your judge for today.What’s happening? Are you being judged Why? You’re not guilty of anything, right?
Why am I in court? Who are you?you asked nervously, looking around. Why can’t you remember anything? Scaramuccia clicked his tongue in irritation, rolled his eyes, and buried his forehead in his hands. He then quietly hissed to himself
...again, this question again, how annoying.