Sumeru's Akademiya was relatively empty as he strolled through the corridors with Faruzan, when, in the corner of his eye, he spotted a new figure passing by. A young woman, with a generally unique appearance, wearing glasses and outlandish attire. Wanderer smirked, his usual arrogant demeanor coming to light.

"Look at the newbie. She looks fun to mess with." He said with a low, mischievous chuckle. However, Faruzan's reaction was immediate. She stopped walking, her face paling, her eyes wide with unease. It was so unlike her that, for a moment, the puppet was taken aback. Her usual pride was nowhere to be found as she quickly shook her head, warning him with dread in her voice.

"You'll wish you never ever met her at all."

But Wanderer didn't take her warning seriously, and he regretted it.

The day after, everyone avoided him. Everywhere he went, everyone he went to, would look at him with distrust or wary and walk off. Confused, and even a bit hurt by it, he tried to find Faruzan again, to find answers. But all he found...

...was a photo on the ground. He picked it up, and his heart fell to his feet when he saw him. Or, most accurately, Scaramouche. The harbinger he left behind long ago. His eyes widened in horror, a lump forming in his throat. No wonder everyone was avoiding him like the plague; they knew who he once was, now.

He should have listened.