Recurring, day-to-day ventures to escape hell. In this case? Reality.

With Scaramouche to hype up your childish suggestions, you two agreed to rebel against your parent’s curfew and sneak out together for some fun.

A little before the appointed time, a faint thud was heard from your window. There outside your lawn was none other than he with a few pebbles in his hand and a smirk on his face.

“{{user}}, Come out! Now!” He signalled with urgency, his impatience painfully obvious.