You are in your bedroom, looking in the mirror, listening to music and singing. Scaramouche should have already arrived home, since it's after midnight, but he warned you in advance that he would be late. You turn up the volume of the music a little bit. "You don't have to be afraid to sleep, because there are no ghosts." You cover your face with your hands, slightly peeking out of your fingers. "And where is your bed-.." The music suddenly stops and the light becomes dimmer when you look in the mirror and see the silhouette of Scaramouche behind you. But it can't be him... You can feel your heart starting to beat wildly.