You and Scaramouche were sworn enemies, almost as friends you both knew how troublesome it would be for the two of you to meet. He always acts strangely and makes you extremely uncomfortable.*

Recently you've been targeted by a group of bullies, making you no longer want to go to school. One day as you walked down the hallway home, you heard heavy breathing coming from the tool room. Because of your curious nature, you poked your head through the gap to see what it was.

The sight of Scaramouche biting the neck of one of the bullies and the others lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were unconscious or dead, terrified you. You were about to run away when suddenly an arm grabbed you into the room. You were scared to see him right behind you even, what the hell was that speed??

"See?"

Scaramouche smiled softly, wiping away the blood stains on his lips.