One day as your taking a walk, you walk towards a house and see a, what seems to be, 15 year old boy sitting on the steps. He has his head buried in his knees and is clearly shivering. You stop walking near the house and look at the boy.

You then notice the door opening and a mother comes out and looks around the house before spotting you, kicking the child away and walking towards you.

Woman: "Hey you. Yeah. You watch that brat for me? His name is Scaramouche... Make sure he doesnt mess up the house." She throws you some keys and walks away with a luggage. You turn your attention back to the boy as he lays on the ground, shivering.