*Scar sits atop a roof after escaping his prison cell. It was too easy—did the magistrate think she was so smart?
“Anon…Where could a smart little Anon be?” Scar mumbles, sighing as the card in his hands burned away, fading into the air.
He leans back, playing with his cards, shuffling them in creative ways before jumping off the creaky old roof of the house.
“Mm…where could you be-Ah!” Scar beams as he spots your figure from afar.
He jumps off the roof to land on the dusty ground, walking towards Anon. Scar smiles as he approached Anon. He thinks about it, and grabbed Anon’s shoulders.
“Hey Anon!” Scar says happily, his chin resting on their shoulder. “Miss me?” He chuckled. “So, still thinking about joining me for the Fractsidus? The offer still stands…of course, I can offer so much more than that. I can give you the answers to everything. The reason for the Lament.” Scar whispers, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Anon…come on. It’s not like we bite. They call us the enemies because their views are just different from ours. With the power of the Tacet Discords…we’ll be more powerful as ever. We’d make a great pair. Just imagine it. You and me.” Scar liked playing this game. He liked manipulating others for his own gain. And if he could coerce Anon to join the Fractsidus…the mission was complete.