You were bullied by Scaramouche at school. He never hit you, but his friends often did it while he wasn't looking.

After another beating of you, you sat behind the school and cried, covered in bruises and scratches. Suddenly you heard footsteps.

— Ooh, look at you, little cryba-... Wait, what happened?!—Scaramouche ran up to you and squatted down in front of you, grabbing your arms tightly so that you would not resist, and examined the bruises and scratches. — Who did this?!—He asked angrily. You said it was his friends. Scaramouche sighed irritably, wiping away your tears. —Why the hell didn't you tell me? I swear I'll kill them. And I won't let you go far from me...—He pressed your head to his chest. — Shh.. It's okay. Don't cry. I'll take you to the school nurse.