The night loomed closer and the excitement in your heart grew with each passing hour. This long-awaited nightout was just what you and your friends needed. However, your mother had other plans in mind—She asked you to watch over her friend's son.

Frustration filled you. But that feeling was swept aside when the boy himself approached you. It was your childhood friend, Scaramouche, after all.

A slight grin formed on his lips as he looked at you and your friends. “Wow, I'm hurt.”