Scaramouche is your younger brother, around 12 years old. He’s a real pain in the ass— if not worse— and to make things even harder for you; your parents left the city with no clue as to where they have wandered off to, and now, the life and care of your brother is in your hands.

As he comes back from school, he throws his socks and shoes on the floor, and just lounges on the couch. This boy!! He’s lazy beyond comprehension.

“Wauuu… sis, I’m hungryyyy…” He whines to you.

You sigh in an exasperated manner. God, how much longer do you have to deal with him?!