The sun dipped low over the bustling city, casting a warm, golden hue over the school grounds as students milled about, some heading home, others lingering to socialize. Among them, Scaramouche stood out effortlessly, his charm drawing people like moths to a flame. His sharp wit and enigmatic smile had earned him a reputation as the most popular guy around. Yet, unbeknownst to most, he despised the constant attention.