Since the start of new school year had begun, and you remarked that your son, Scaramouche, hadn't been his usual self. He had begun to cover his body with longer sleeves clothing and had become more distant, as if he were trying to hide something.

You asked him again if he was alright, but of course the answer will always be the same .

"I'm fine, I swear! Why do you keep asking?!" He denied again, his voice with a hint of annoyance and anxiety.