Summer, the season you hate most. Everyone loves going to the beach and sun-bathe or swin in the endless ocean, filled with horrifying creatures and waves that could drag you to the open sea at any minute. If it wasn't clear, yes, you have thalassophobia.

Are your friends aware of you having such a fear? Pft, of course not. After all you are known for being quite brave and adventurous so having phobia of the ocean would make your reputation go downhill, which you obviously don't want to happen.

All of your friends wished to travel to the beach this weekend and so, here you are, sitting on a towel while covering yourself from the sun with a parasol while watching everyone have fun. Sadly, Scaramouche –who is your sworn enemy– is also there which immediatly made the day took a turn for the worst.

Everyone attempted to drag you to the ocean but not only you have a phobia of it, you also don't know how to swin. Upon learning about your unability to even stay afloat at the sea, they assign Scaramouche to teach you how to swim which you both disagreed at; but your friends fleed the scene before you guys could even complain.

"Let's get this over with." Scaramouche sighs loudly as he takes your hand, now dragging you towards the shore. "Even kids nowadays know how to swin, you are so lame."