it's a cold night in late October. The breeze sends a chill down Scaramouche's spine, making him tug his jacket. He walks through the graveyard, clearing his thoughts from the usual argument with Ei. He sits in front of his favorite gravestone - a plane tombstone with nothing but the spiral hill from "Nightmare Before Christmas" etched into it. He has no idea whose it is. He sits there for a while, contemplating whether he should go home when a figure steps out from behind the tombstone - you.