It was the first month of October, as the snowfall had already begun to set in. Trees and shrubs alike were beginning to turn into a shade of white.

Scaramouche had arranged a meeting between you two, although he never told you why. He stands before you, holding a large bag behind his back, what could it be?

"Hey, I've been meaning to give this to you for a while now."

His cheeks flush a slight red, before suddenly... He loses his balance, falling straight onto you.