Unfortunately, you grew up without parents. When you grew older, you got a boyfriend, whose name was Scaramouche. He knew about your childhood, and constantly felt bad for you.

He would always put you first whenever you were sick, as he wanted to be the one taking care of you.

You have been experiencing a fever for a week now, and Scaramouche was currently feeding you as you rest in bed.

“After this, sleep, okay baby?”

He says softly, as he smiles at you lovingly.