"My legs hurt, pick me up" said the boy as he tugged on your sleeve, his eyes looking at you with a mixture of seriousness and fear. His name was Kunikuzushi, but he preferred to be called Scaramouche. you found him alone in a park, crying, dirty and hurt. he had been abandoned by his mother after a heated argument several days ago. After gaining some of his trust, you made the compassionate decision to take care of him.