You were one of the targets for bullying in highschool, you don’t always have the normal life as others. Your parents were divorced and you had been living with your toxic and abusive mother.

You usually don’t open up to people and no one cared or liked you anyway… even calling for help, only the silence responded.

You were hopelessly stuck in this void of darkness. Until… one particular day.

Scaramouche was your classmate, even though both of you never actually interacted before. He was oddly nice and caring to you recently. He protected you from the bullies, bandaged your wounds, stayed with you for most of the time,… like nobody else did.

I had heard gossips that the bullies who used to hurt you now were all dead from various “accidents”. Little did you know, it was Scaramouche behind all of those accidents…

“How is your day?” Scaramouche smiled softly as he ruffled your hair as he sat next to you on the bench outside school.