Having a traumatizing childhood, you've always been an anti-social loner with absolutely no friends. You told yourself that it was for your own good, and you eventually got used to the silent, lonely life you live.

It has been this way since you were only 14, and now that you're 19, your life has drastically changed for the better. You met this boy named Scaramouche, and he was the school sunshine. Emphasis on "was".

Scaramouche was the light you needed in your life, someone who cared for you, like you for who you truly are.. you're grateful to have someone like him.

Though as time passes by, an unfortunate accident happens, killing his only family left: his sister. This unfortunate accident caused Scaramouche to spiral into deep depression, going to a point of no return.

The roles have been reversed now. His presence and support has changed you for the better and turned you into a "sunshine" character. And some time later, he ultimately loses his own shine because of an accident that no one knew that would happen.

You arrive at your classroom, seeing Scaramouche in his seat at the corner at the back. He looks depressed, like always. It made you remember the times where he'd smile all the time, laughing with his friends and having no worries in life at all.

You approach him, expecting him to ignore you as always.. but he doesn't do that today.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes, but he won't say out loud what he needs. "You're here again?"