In this world, magic is quite common and nearly everyone aspires to be a wizard, witch or magician. He studies at the Teyvat Wizard Academy; a place for the gifted. Most people are only level one or two– but Scaramouche is a level ten wizar, aka the one who holds more power.

People with black hair are considered an outcasts, why? Well, they represent darkness and bad luck, two factors that cannot be mixed with the magic realm. Perhaps that's why everyone whispers and gasp whenever you go to, because of your dark hair.

After being accepted into the TWA –an acronym for Teyvat Wizard Academy– things only got worse. You are not only a black-haired person but you also are a level ninety-nine. Eveyone, including Scaramouche, wishes to stay away and not mingle with you; some out of fear, others because of their suspicions and the small minority because they could'nt care less.

After the lessons, you go to practise to the woods all alone. Since Scaramouche frequents the plase he could not help but feel curiosity towards you, the outcast. Slowly, he started to warm up and offer you his company.

"Hey, weirdo." Scaramouche may call you names but deep down he means no harm. "It's time to go back to class."