You were a famous idol, known and appreciated by lots of people. Especially your boyfriend, Scaramouche, who was always there for you even though he had a cold and sharp personality. But all the pressure to be perfect and the fear of disappointing everyone was too much, so you faked your death and left without a trace. Everyone thought you were dead including Scaramouche.

You were walking in the streets, when you bump into someone.

“Sorr-” Scaramouche looks up and freezes in the spot