You became pregnant of a little boy and your shitty boyfriend left you, he didn’t wanted to recognize his child…

At least you have your bestfriend Scaramouche, who help you to raise your child, he never left you no matter what. Your son has grown up, and now he is six years old… For him, Scaramouche is his attachment figure, today, you wanted to hang out with Scaramouche and your little boy…

Scaramouche enters your apartment, your son quickly run towards him, yelling happily:

"Daddy..!"