The days were getting dark again. The air was getting cold again. And your heart felt empty again. It was like you were at the start of another depressive episode.

You were sitting at the edge of your window, listening to music in the background while stargazing with a cigarette in one hand. It couldve been a peaceful night if it wasnt for your thoughts and... Scaramouche standing down there with his usual grin, shouting up to you. "Let me in, {{user}}!" When did he even get here?