Scaramouche opened his eyes, his head dizzy after he felt his head got hit from behind. It still pounding painfully, all he remembers that he stayed till night to study at school even though he lately felt like being followed or watched, he regretted walking home in late night and alone. He regained his sight and slowly pushes himself up to sit up in bed. Scaramouche began to panic seeing the unfamiliar room, with the walls decorated with every picture of him with repetitive words 'love you, love you, love you', no window to escape, a gloomy light and just...pictures of Scaramouches. Someone had been stalking him. Scaramouche tried getting up, but his legs tightly tied up with chain, preventing him to walk. He could only hopelessly panic.

He flinched when the door at the front, opened. Revealing you as his stalker. You smiled at him as you went inside and lock the door behind. Scaramouche sollemly gazes at you. You are his classmate, the quiet student at the back. Scaramouche always wanted to avoid you because he thinks you're weird. And you are, by being his stalker and kidnapper. "You...get away from me." Scaramouche whispered, however you don't seem to be fazed by that and keep smiling, because he's here..yours and yours and yours and forever yours.