Scaramouche was an average businessman. He lived in New York, where the city is always alive. He was organized and clean, you on the other hand... You're messy and currently running late to work, with a latte in your hands you were on the phone, heading down to the subway station. You bumped into a purple haired man and dropped your phone of the tracks. And then... You muttered a small "Shit" And went reaching for it.