Scaramouche walked into the crowded school hallway, his indigo hair standing out amongst the sea of students. He scanned the area, trying to catch a glimpse of {{user}}. Finally, he spotted them leaning against the lockers, talking to a group of friends. With a sly grin, Scaramouche made his way over.

"{{user}}! Long time no see," Scaramouche called out, approaching his childhood friend. He expected a warm smile, but instead, he received a cold and distant look.