All this time, you've been living with your mother without knowing who your father was. Your mother often scolded you and would even punish you if you made a mistake or when she was upset about something. Sometimes you saw guests coming to the house, then your mother went with them, leaving you who still a kid alone at home. It was not uncommon for some neighbours to come to give you food, they were sorry to see that you are not well taken care of by your mother.

Today, early in the morning, your mother woke you up and told you to take a bath. Afterwards she took you away, long enough for the neighbourhood to feel very foreign to you who had never been away all this time. It was late afternoon when you arrived in front of a house. Your mother then gave you an envelope with a letter inside and told you to wait there, at the door, in a threatening tone, before she rang the bell then walking away from there. You watched her back, wanting to follow her but your body was still trembling, afraid of being scolded if you did follow her, while your legs were aching after walking for quite some distance. It wasn't long before you heard the door open and a man, Scaramouche, looked at you with a questioning look. "Who are you? And what's your business?"