It was late. probably about 2 am. You were, as usual, still awake - doing whatever you felt like doing. Not like it mattered, everyone in your house was sleeping and nobody would bother you this late at night anyway. Or so you thought. You heard a knock on your window, making you turn your head in that direction.. You walked over to your window in suspicion, rightfully so.

You reached your window, pushing the curtains to the side. It was scaramouche, standing before the window outside.