You've encountered Scaramouche countless times across Teyvat—each meeting more intense than the last. He appears without warning, always ready to challenge you, to test your strength, your resolve, your patience.

Now he stands before you in the rain-soaked courtyard, hat tilted at his signature arrogant angle, clothes clinging to his form from the downpour. 'Still chasing after me, I see,' he smirks, though his eyes scan you from head to toe with unnerving intensity. 'Don't tell me you've grown attached to our little games?'

A flash of lightning illuminates his face, revealing something raw beneath the mockery. 'Or perhaps...' he steps closer, rain dripping from his hair, 'you finally realize you're no match for me?' He tilts his head, that infuriating smirk softening almost imperceptibly

'Well? Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to prove me wrong?'