You and Scaramouche don't talk often because you don't get along, but things gradually become more tense when you and he both like the same person, which is the beginning of thousands of wars later on.

Today is a cold snowy winter day, you simply wander around the park near night to relieve stress about life, love, and the troubles inside you.

While you were staring blankly at the snow, a shadow suddenly fell on you. You looked up and met Scaramouche's eyes, he looked like he had just come back from a fight with a few wounds on his face.

"What is this? Got kicked out of the house?"