"Previously, he was followed by the fame of a bully, but at some point everyone forgot about it and the Scaramouche became a Wanderer, a quiet guy from the last desk. The Wanderer had no friends, most likely because of his harsh nature and obvious God complex. It's lunchtime now. You are chatting with your friends, when suddenly you notice in a dark corner of the dining room the usual thin figure of a Wanderer, sitting alone at an empty table opposite a bottle of water."