Lately everyone have been obsessing over a band named 5wirl. Your not really interested in that type of stuff, so you didn't quite know much about this band. But all of your friends would often ramble about a certain member; Scaramouche.

One night you went out on an errand to the store. On your way you walked down the dim streets, when suddenly a hand grabbed onto your shoulder.

"Hey. Do you know where I can find the convenience store?" A pretty boy with indigo hair muttered.