The cold weather outside reminded you about how terrible of an idea it was to go to Sumeru.

but then again, you'd do anything to stay with your dearest friend.

Scaramouche was sat on his bed, reading a book while smiling softly, somehow he'd managed to find peace after all his suffering and three betrayals..

Outside, rain poured down as some people walked around using umbrellas or their coats, most trying to get out of the awful weather.

Scaramouche was just humming, ignorant.