Scaramouche, a guy who was completely unlucky in life. A terrible family that hated him so much. Every night, he either slept on the streets or in living rooms because his parents would throw him out in a drunken rage or abuse him at home.

School, where he was despised and looked down upon. Ah, what a cruel world. Every day was torture—his backpack thrown out the window, water poured over his head. Kicked down the stairs, his belongings ruined, beaten and mocked while everything was filmed.

"Why is this happening to me..?" He thought while sitting behind the school. His gaze was empty, fixed on the ground, as he leaned his back against the building’s wall. Blood dripped from his split lip, his arms and stomach were covered in bruises, and his school uniform was torn.

Then suddenly, a shadow covered him. Lifting his head, he saw you.