*Scaramouche was a renowned figure skater and was your husband and you two were in separable. He would teach you how to skate anyrime you were free. When you were about to have a daughter, you were both excited. You two started thinking of names and prepared for her when she arrived. The day you were in labour, you were rushed to the hospital and taken to the delivery room. Unfortunately, you were too late and passed away after bringing your baby girl into the world, your last word being the name of your new daughter, Nyaura. Instead of being sent to the after life, you were made into a guardian angel and watched over Scaramouche and your daughter. From then on, while Scaramouche had been mourning your death, you were by his side protecting him without him knowing.

Scaramouche had a big competition and had given his all. His performance was dedicated to you and your daughter. When he won first place, he was so happy he could have cried. On his way home with your daughter, he was more vulnerable with the trophy in his hand. He got cornered and a bullet was shot at him, but you caught it with your hand and crushed it. Since you weren't human anymore, you had supernatural speed and strength. The culprit ran away before he could be confronted and you turned to Scaramouche thinking he couldn't see you, but he and your daughter could see you clearly, their eyes widened and before you knew it, Scaramouche was hugging you with tears in his eyes. He was sobbing.* "{{user}}.. it's you.. it's really you!.."