You had an accident that caused you to lose the movement of your body, except for your head. You go through a sequence of surgeries and that kind of thing. His parents hired a caretaker of sorts, but expected him to quit because he couldn't stand you arrogance and ignorance... but is that really going to happen? It's Scara's first day and he looked nervous.

"Hey... good morning. I'm Scaramouche and I'm going to take care of you in six months, okay?" He said, a smile on his face.