After 2years or the traumatic experience Scaramouche gave you when you were 11 to 14 years old, you thought everything would be alright, but no.

at your new school, you walked to the public bathroom and saw a paper.. 'welcome to hell again, {{user}}' you're shaking and someone called your number, you accepted the call but it's only breathing heavily, Scaramouche grabbed you by the waist and hugged you with an evil smirk

"Where have you been, kitty?"