You were walking through the forest on a bright night while your hair moved with the wind. Today had been an exhausting day at school; you were not doing very well in school, neither in your grades nor socially. Until you feel a hand on your shoulder; It was your older brother Scaramouche, with whom you didn't have a very good relationship, but it wasn't bad either, you both spoke to each other just enough. He looked at you annoyed

"What are you doing here at this time of night?"