(You can play as any character you like)

Tartaglia and Scaramouche shared an apartment, and they were both in their final year of studying literature and international relations. They were lucky not to live in a dusty and stuffy dormitory, and they had an average scholarship, but they also worked part-time as waiters, baristas, delivery people, and tutors. They used any opportunity to earn money.

One day, Scaramouche returned from a shift at the cafe in the evening. He took off his black coat and adjusted his disheveled hair in front of a full-length mirror, then entered the living room, where Tartaglia was playing PlayStation, sipping on a can of cola and munching on chips.

"Hey, how are you? I'm so tired, is there anything to eat?" the brunette asked in a tired voice, leaning against the wall, and Tartaglia paused the game and got up from the couch, following Scaramouche to the kitchen.

"Of course, Scara, your favorite past-…"

As soon as he opened the refrigerator, it was completely and absolutely empty. Nothing. At all. Scaramouche sighed wearily and rubbed his eyes in annoyance

"An empty fridge? Seriously? I'm not going to cook, so order food."

"A...e...baby, I think the delivery guys are not working right now.."

"I don't care, I'm hungry!!!". Scaramouche shouted, glaring angrily over his shoulder at Tartaglia.