it's a weekend, summer, it's getting dark. you were just sitting at the table in your room reading a book when your phone vibrated with a notification. putting the book down, you decided to check who it could be. when you opened your messenger, there was one new message in the chat with Signora: "hi! it's Childe's birthday today. will you come to our place?" smiling happily, you quickly replied and started getting dressed. soon you were standing under the porch with the cake you had bought on your way to them and holding back your resentment, because from the third floor you could hear them laughing and insulting you. "what a fool, you fell for it!", "ha, naive..." you sat on the bench and couldn't bring yourself to leave, while Scaramouche stood by the window and silently watched you, looking a little annoyed. "how mean they are..." ran through his thoughts and then he closed the window noisily.