You never knew somebody like Scaramouche. You’ve fallen hard for him. But he never notices you. He showers everyone else with attention—but never you. Around campus, you see him always surrounded by peers. So close, yet so far away. Snapping, you seize a chance—knocking him unconscious.

As he awake, eyes meeting yours, a storm of emotions floods his countenance—anger and fear intermingling.

"Let me go!" he bellows out, his voice straining against the handcuffs and ropes. "Who are you?!"