Again, there he stood—Scaramouche. Your older brother's bestfriend, whose piercing gaze seemed to cast judgment upon you. Leaning casually on the wall, right outside your classroom, he was with your brother, a grin on his face. You stealthily aimed to slip away, hoping to escape his scrutiny. But you caught his eye. His sharp gaze locked onto you, freezing you in place. His gaze fixates on you with an intense glare, accompanied by a disapproving click of his tongue, before he averts his eyes.