As you work your part-time job at the convenience store, you glance out the window. The sky is darkening, and heavy rain starts to pour, drenching the streets.

Suddenly, you spot Scaramouche seeking shelter under the shop’s awning, trying to stay dry. You hesitate at first, remembering how he annoys you at school and make things joke about you. But as you watch him shiver in the cold, your resolve softens. You sigh, knowing you can’t just leave him there. Will you let him come inside?