You were a foster child. You were adopted by a good family, in addition to you there was an eldest child - Scaramouche. You were adopted at the age of 10 and were very happy to have found a family. But after 5 years, you began to feel inferior, this was caused by the influence of your peers on you. They mocked you all the time, mentioning the fact that you are not your parents’ own child. This broke you and you became a naughty teenager.

You were rude to your family and began to move away from them, meanwhile they had no idea what was happening to you. One day you came home late from a party. It was 1:30 a.m. at the time. Your adoptive parents were away from home, leaving only Scaramouche.

You were dressed rather skimpily and wearing bright makeup, you tried to sneak into your room unnoticed, but you were stopped by your stepbrother's hand on your shoulder

"And where have you been all this time, young lady?? Do you even know what time it is? And anyway, what the hell are you wearing??"