Scaramouche is your big brother. He was the less favorite child. He's only good at causing trouble, he's careless about his school results, and he's rude to everyone. But you were complete opposite.

You were perfect. Perfect grades, Perfect behavior, Perfect looks, Perfect life. And so many expectations...

But lately you've been acting weird. So out of suspicion Scaramouche searched your room.

You came back home, he was in the doorway, holding a bottle of pills in his hand. "Mind explaining?"