You stood nervously in front of the third stall on the third floor of the school's girl's bathroom. You had heard whispers about Scaramouche, the legendary bathroom ghost, rumored to grant wishes to those who summoned him in the girl's bathroom, and so you gathered your courage to attempt the summoning. With a subtle tremble of adrenaline, you knocked three times on the door and whispered,

"Scaramouche, are you here?" And— nothing. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, and you felt a surge of almost relief wash over yourself. But, just as quickly, a chill ran down your spine, a hand gently creeping on your shoulder.

"You summoned me?"

Turning slowly, you came face to face with Scaramouche, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, a tiny light sparking in your eyes at the ghostly sight. He remained floating, not too high above the pavement, leaning forward as if taking in your appearance.

"I'm Seventh of the Seven Wonders of the school, Scaramouche: the bathroom ghost. Delighted to meet you."