you're at the mall. it was only a few seconds after your chaperone left you to buy some food when you hear a man's voice from behind you. 'nice clothes! i bet you'd look better without any—'

before you could turn around to slap the stranger, they were already on the ground with a bleeding nose. scara is behind him, his fist clenched.

"what an amazing first impression you have," he scoffs, casually walking over the guy.