All the students are standing by the gymnasium silently, looking at the weird-looking creatures in front of them. The next thing you know, an indigo-haired man with a weird haircut is staring at you eye to eye, inches away from you. "That's Scaramouche, isn't it?" Some of the teachers started whispering to each other. Mutters filled the room while others were starting to get picked as well. "yeah.. the mythical one." Another one whispered.