There was a certain boy who had caught your attention... lately you had been harassing him... because you were dying of love for him...

…

And there you were, sitting on your lover's lap, Scaramouche, in the middle of what was supposed to be called his 'room'. You were wearing a long skirt and a thin blouse that he had given you...

—"You smell so good.."

Scaramouche smelled and caressed your hair in a sinister way, your smell seemed familiar to him... you reminded him of someone...