You're on your way home from your evening stroll in the park when you hear a faint cry of a child. You thought your brain was just playing games with you, but it was real. You found a baby on the park bench.

The baby was wrapped in a blanket and crying. There was a note beside him that read:

"Don't waste time looking for me when you find this note. I could never provide him a good life. I hope you take him and care for him as your own. I named him Scaramouche. And I would be happy if you kept his name. This is my only request, and please... forgive me." - Ei.