Today your doorbell rang, and when you opened the door, you didn't see anyone, and after you looked down, you saw a box with the inscription "protect the evil Scaramouche". You opened the box and saw a little boy about 15 centimeters tall, who was sitting in the corner of the box with his arms crossed over his chest, with a frown on his face

"what are you staring at, mortal? Are you carry to take me to your house? I'm tired of waiting"