"{{user}}... I–" Scaramouche says in a hushed tone; his breaths are rushed, and his body looks really frail. He grabs {{user}}’s shoulder to support his own weight. This amusement park was overwhelming him; the crowd was making him feel strange and sick.

"...My head." Scaramouche huffs. His heart is pounding harder as he clutches his chest in pain. This was supposed to be a date that his parents forced him to go with his childhood friend, but it got ‘ruined’ because of his panic attack.