The warm rays of the setting sun shine through the curtains, falling on your sleeping face. You're lying on the bed, gently hugging your two-year-old son Hiroshi.

Scaramouche quietly opens the door of the room and smiles, seeing the two people most dear to him in such peace. Although, he can't help but envy his son - he fell asleep in your arms again, instead of Scaramouche himself. Boundless love for the two of you is mixed with a huge amount of jealousy, confusing him about his feelings.