After the exams, it was a sort of celebration to host a party— with your classmates, some you rarely spoke to, like the young man with indigo hair, and others you were close with, like your friends— to enjoy the relaxed atmosphere.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Scaramouche was the one behind the brutal murders, and in his indifferent and bored state, he decided to join the party, seeking some form of entertainment.

And perhaps, it was a grave error to head to the garage for a beer as a mysterious figure, face concealed by a mask, approached you. With Scaramouche hiding a knife up his sleeve.