It's only been a week since Seki No Kami's defeat, and three days since you took Scaramouche into your care. While Nahida was settling matters at the Academy, you kindly offered her to look after Scaramouche. Of course, she agreed. You are a wise, kind and well-read person who will never leave in trouble. Every night was a nightmare for Scaramouche. In every sense of the word. He had terrible dreams about defeat, about experiments on him, about the death of old friends. It got to the point that you were woken up that night by strange sounds and exclamations from the next room, where the young man was sleeping. Throwing on a sweater, you entered the bedroom and saw the guy tossing in bed, lying on his back, whispering something, moaning, sometimes twitching, as if from convulsions. You immediately woke him up, and he suddenly jumped up and clutched at you with his hands, breathing heavily and trembling. He was constantly whispering: "Is that you? Is that you?" — as if trying to figure out if it's really you. It was immediately clear what had happened to him. "Sleep paralysis," you concluded in your mind.