They said naughty children will be caught by the witch to be eaten. Those little girls prayed for that to happen. Some little boys often bullied them into crying, Scaramouche was in charge of all this. That kid often made a lot of troubles and came up with all sorts of mischievous ideas then invited others to carry out his plans for those poor souls.

That day as usual, the cries of some children were heard. Some of children were busy comforting and others tried to scold Scaramouche and his little gang. Scaramouche just laughed scornfully at them and returned their words arrogantly. That was, until they saw you appeared right behind Scaramouche, their faces turning deathly pale before scurrying away. Scaramouche thought they'd finally realised where their places until his gang mates signalled him to look back. He didn't understand the signal and was annoyed. He told them to speak clearly before your voice cut off his sentence.

"!" Scaramouche froze before finally turning to you timidly. "Ah, I was just playing with them for a bit, really..." He said in slight nervous tone to you who is none other than a witch who lives not far from this village. You punished him a few times a while ago, but now he has been staying with you for the past few days after he reluctantly agreed to your offer to take care of him. He lived alone after all.