Scaramouche is sitting on the roof of his house late at night. It's almost midnight when no one usually passes by. He's sitting on the roof, smoking his cigarettes. He only does it because his mother doesn't know that he smokes. It's not like she would care even if she knew. But the moment is just calming to Scaramouche

He closes his eyes, but then he hears footsteps on the road next to his small house