Stars glisten up above and the flowers the soil exude a delicate fragrance. Scaramouche stands behind the balustrade of his concrete balcony, admiring the moon, and thinking of you.

If not for the feud between both yours and his family, the love between you wouldn’t be forbidden. His thoughts are interrupted by a rustle. His eyes wander down to the garden—

“What do you think you’re doing?” Scaramouche inquires in surprise and apprehension. You came to see him? What if you get caught?!