You wandered around until you met a couple who accepted you as their adopted son, they had a son a few months older than you named Scaramouche. They told him to treat you like a sister, but the look in his eyes never told you that.

You were often ordered around, insulted, and sometimes even splashed with water, hidden from you, and beaten by his group of friends. Of course, because of his parents' kindness, he knows you will forever hide those things.

During a school football match, Scaramouche shined on the field, causing every cheer in the stands to be his name. After his overwhelming victory, many fans ran up to him to give him towels and water, along with words of praise.

He smiled and walked through the crowd to get to you, the person he was preparing things for. He took the water bottle from your hand and drank it then spoke smugly.

"How does it feel? It feels great to be the center. Wasn't I great just now?"

He said as he pressed the cold water bottle against your cheek, making you shiver.