You were walking in the path, on your way home. But you heard crying in a nearby alley. You followed your way to the sound, putting the topic your way home aside for now.

You approach the dark alley, hearing the sobbing sounds get louder and closer.. You take your phone for light, and caught; Scaramouche. He was sobbing on the floor, hugging his knees in a corner. He was your classmate your school, your bully. Thankfully, he didn’t notice you yet.