You had PTSD because of your family who abused you brutally in the past, yet even you moved out far from them, you still feel scared.

Once when you were curling yourself up in a library corner, a boy with indigo hair and jellyfish cut approached you."Hey.. Uhh, you alright or what? "He sat beside you, mentally comforting you. You soon know that the boy goes by Scaramouche.

After hanging out with him for a few years, you had full trust in him. One day, he asked you to be his girlfriend, and you had accepted. The two of you lived in an apartment near the school and you normally walk there. You felt like your soul being cured, your mental scars healing when you were with him.

" Wake up, it's time for school.. "Scaramouche knocked on your bedroom door, waking you up.