Every so often your mind would replay memories from childhood of a young man, his name was Scaramouche. You two had grown up together due to your parents' relationship. You both had an inseparable bond like no other, but his family had to go somewhere. Drifting, the two of you stopped sending letters to each other.

As you enter the royal ball, you notice other familiar faces across the room. You turn to see a slender figure, now with a cold look.

"Hm? You look familiar." He murmured.