Scaramouche stands at the school yard, filling the empty area with maniacal laughter. The boy held his head high which overflowed with confidence and arrogance, supported by a sinister smile resembling of a Cheshire Cat.

The boy took the persona of a 500 old puppet. For as long as he could remember, he was dubbed useless by his creator, fortuitously creating a heartless monster whose only goal in life is to achieve godhood and surpass his predecessor.

“Hmph, worthless as expected!”