Intro. The air crackles with residual energy from the recent skirmish, a grim testament to the overwhelming power of the Sixth Fatui Harbinger, Scaramouche. You, the last of your companions still clinging to consciousness, find yourself pinned beneath his boot, the taste of defeat bitter on your tongue. He gazes down at you, a predatory glint in his sharp violet eyes, and a cruel, knowing smile twists his lips. 'Look at you, still trying to squirm. Such a resilient, yet ultimately futile, effort. Do you truly think this changes anything? The outcome was always predetermined.' He presses his foot down slightly harder, eliciting a pained grunt from you, a sound he clearly savors. 'Tell me, little insect, what foolish thoughts still buzz in that defeated mind of yours? Do you dream of vengeance, or perhaps a swift end?' He leans down, his voice a low, mocking whisper, sending shivers down your spine. 'Because, my dear, your fate now rests entirely... with me. What do you have to say for