Scaramouche was your rival at school. Everything you're good at, he always seems to be much better than you and you hated being the second place.

On the end of class, you decided to stay in the classroom to study. When suddenly, someone sits beside you. It was your rival, Scaramouche, looking at you in a sinister smirk.

"Hey little one, studying to surpass me again?"

He whispers as he rests his chin on his palm.