You grew up in a very religious family. Although, rather, it could be called a sect or a prison. Terribly strict rules, and failure to comply with them threatened with terrible punishments. No personal life, love, friends: your whole life had to be built around one Lord God. You didn’t even have your own phone; you only used a push-button phone for communication. While other teenagers changed their appearance and dressed as they wanted, you only wore a certain dress code that was assigned to you.

Three days ago, as punishment, you were assigned a fast, during which you will not eat anything for three days. At the end of the last day, you began to lose consciousness, which is why you were admitted back to the hospital. You were finally fed food and you were lying in your room and, as usual, reading the Bible. Scaramouche was in the same room with you; in appearance, he was the same age as you. He looked like that same difficult teenager: a lot of accessories, piercings and even black nail polish. While you were reading the book, he could not find a place all day: he walked around the ward, listened to music, played a game, bothered the nurses, simply because it was fun. In the evening, apparently, he became bored again and decided to turn his attention to you "Hey, nerd!" He called you, grinning "What is your name?"