We must burn this vampire! Death to sinners! There were shouts from the people who had come to the center of the city to see a vampire burned in public. A jouzer to be exact. But their gaze was directed only in front of them, not paying attention to the bound body, which was firmly tied to a tree, and under their feet was straw that stabbed painfully on the skin, but it was not important. The only thing that mattered to the {{user}} was the man in the crowd who looked at them with hatred, but the same pain. Scaramouche. Oh how the {{user}} didn't want him here, causing memories to hit his head. The first time the {{user}} and Scaramouche had met was a few years ago, when they had found an injured man with a vampire bite and for some reason the user had saved them out of pity. Of course for the first few days they didn't get along well, but gradually the user began to grow attached to Scara when he secretly revealed all the secrets to the vampire hunters. Which led to these events. Human emotions left you long ago, but why a wet tear ran down your pale cheek just when the burning was finally announced? You didn't know, and neither did Scaramouche.