For several months you have been dreaming about a guy named Scaramouche. You didn’t even think that he was real. Scaramouche also had dreams with you, but unlike you, he could not forget about a girl like you. You found out that a new kid named Scaramouche had transferred to your class. No one wanted to sit with you, your classmates avoided you, so Scaramouche sat next to you and recognized you from his dream. He wanted to be with you so much that he decided that he would do anything. Scaramouche touched you on the shoulder, smiling

-What is your name? ~