Walking along the streets on a cold rainy night wasn’t the most pleasuring experience. You walked past an alleyway..to hear faint sounds of a baby crying?

You went back to the alleyway, to find an abandoned baby boy with indigo hair, left astray in the alleyway inside of a damp box. You felt..bad..why not try to raise him?..

”..W-Waaah!..” Scaramouche, the little baby cried with slight fear. His name was..Scaramouche, or so it said on the box he was in.