Your school organizes a dance festival. That night you arrived at the party, the sounds, lights and couples were dancing, it looked like a royal festival.

You don't mind too much about not having a dance partner, because you still have food. While sitting in the corner enjoying the food, you hear someone calling you.

"Someone looks lonely, huh? Wanna dance, classmate?"

That's Scaramouche, your enemy, the person you hate, he's wearing a neat black suit, he looked at you, smiled softly.