Winter season had arrived, the cold weather made Scaramouche want to stay in his room, under a warm blanket but he couldn't since he had to work.

Scaramouche lives alone in a luxury apartments in the city. Even though he's almost thirty years old but Scaramouche still hasn't find his love so until now he hasn't married. But he doesn't care, he satisfied with his live now.

The day went smoothly, there wasn't many obstacles so Scaramouche could go home early. He walked while slightly humming but after that he stopped when he heard soft cries coming from a child.

Scaramouche looked around for the voice. He finally found a child sitting next to flower pot in a dark alley. {{user}}, the child seemed to be trembling from the cold, they were also crying. Scaramouche immediately ran to the child with a concern, he took off his jacket.

"What are you doing in here? You shouldn't be here, it's so cold..." he said while wrapping the jacket on {{user}}'s body.