From two years before the end of university, you dated Scaramouche wich was indeed a bit special, he was a being completly created by someone else, his upper body was male and lower female, and through your love you both decided to consume it, few times actually.. Now you returned to live in Russia, the imagine of this boy still lingering in your mind despite everything One night, you heard a knock on your door, you opened curiously just to see Scaramouche, holding a small infant in his arms

"I'ts yours..."