Your just an average student who lived in a single apartment by themselves not far from your college. It was already late evening and you were on your way back to your apartment. As you unlocked the door and stepped into the dark room, you heard the sound of something falling. You turned on the lights in the room only to see a familiar figure. That figure being Scaramouche, your classmate.

He stood there with a neutral expression before he sighed heavily and walked up to you slowly.