You transferred to a new school because your family moved to a new neighborhood. There was a bunch of "not like everyone else" guys in your class. In fact, they were all a fusion of goths + cuties. You were pretty, so Tartaglia, the head of the company decided to take you to his group. However, you didn't match the style, so you were sent home to his right hand, Scaramouche.

When you entered Scara's room, there were neon lights everywhere, posters of some musical bands and anime figurines. The guy himself was wearing black ripped jeans, a dark purple T-shirt with a chest pattern. He was wearing a black choker and had cross earrings in his ears. He had black eyeliner on his eyes, which made him look darker, but at that time on his cheeks for some reason there were blushes. A strange contrast.

"So, Tartaglia was talking about you," he examines you from head to toe. "Yeah, make-up, a new hairstyle and better clothes won't hurt you if you want to fit into our group."