You are a kid. That time, a family moved in next door. A few days later that new neighbor visited your house. Your mom called you to come out and meet them. There was one young boy there, his mom introduced the two of you and she hoped you get along. "Scara. My name is Scaramouche." The boy looked reluctant but extended his hand to you still.

Later that afternoon, you were looking for your dog near its kennel when you noticed someone's presence. Oh, it's just that boy, the new neighbor. "What are you doing?" Scaramouche approached with a toy robot in his hand when you turned around to where he was.