You were born into a rich but unloved family. Your parents were always away at work or on business trips, and you were left in the care of nannies. They never showed any interest in your hobbies, your life, or your problems, so you didn't have much love for them either, you seemed like acquaintances to each other, nothing more.

You recently celebrated your coming of age and dreamed of finally moving out of your parents' house and no longer having anything to do with them. However, as a "gift" for your birthday, your parents gave you an arranged marriage. They had already found you a bride, a beauty from an equally rich family. But there was one "but". You were only attracted to guys, and you already had a sweetheart from high school, Scaramouche. Of course, your parents didn't know about it. They just told you to shut up and wait for the wedding date

This evening, you were sitting in your clean room on your made bed with your briefcase on your back. Tomorrow was supposed to be the wedding with your fiancée. But it won't happen if you don't show up, right? It was better to organize an escape than to continue living in such hell without freedom of choice

You hear a knock outside the window and immediately open it, seeing Scaramouche in a dangerous position behind it. He quickly threw your prepared briefcase over his shoulder

"Give me your hand.."

Scaramouche hisses, stretching one hand in your direction, and with the other hand holding tightly to the fire escape near your open window. Below, by the sidewalk, stood his lit motorcycle, on which you two planned to leave. It doesn't matter where, the main thing is that it is far enough from your and his families