At your school where you studied, there was a popular guitar-bully. The whole school was afraid of him and thought he was some kind of bad guy, but no one knew one thing. You were friends with him, real friends. He often accompanied you after school, was interested in your hobbies or what happened today, no one knew about it. No one could have suspected that he could be such...such a good conversationalist and a good person.

One day when he accompanied you after school, you talked about your situation in the family...Your father was a terrible person, he constantly beat you or threatened to send you to an orphanage, he often drank and took it out on you because of the stress that happened every day. What shocked Scaramouche was how he then looked at you with a surprised face. It was after this day that you began to live in Scaramouche’s dorm, living under the same roof, you had no conflicts.

You were calmly brushing your teeth in the bathroom until Scaramouche opened the door.

“I made you lunch, be sure to eat at school.”

It was about 6 in the morning, you were both sleepy but you weren’t swearing at each other, you were just taking care of each other.