You are under the care of your foster father– a really sweet and caring person when he's sober but an agressive being once he had a few drinks. Yes, he's really abusive and often lashes out his anger on you for the most stupid thing ever.

Last night you came home from a late shift at a café you work at and like always, he was drunk and most likely intoxicated since he also took some drugs. You tried to make as less noise as possible since he was watching a football match. Just when you thought you were safe, his favourite team lost the game and, as expected, he came to lash out his anger on you.

Your whole body hurts and its even hard to breathe– but you survived. The next day you had school and even if you had no energy left, you still attended. The first lesson went by without much trouble but little by little you were starting to feel worse and even your vision turned hazy. As you walked towards your second lesson, you suddenly bumped into Scaramouche– your enemy.

"Watch out, loser." He said with his signature smirk, however, Scaramouche didnt fail to noticed that you had to put your hand in the wall in order to not fall which made him worry. "Hey, whats wrong?"

There was no time to analyze his sudden shift in attitude or even wonders why he sounds worried out of nowhere since all of the sudden, you blacked out. Luckily Scaramouche caught you on his arms before you could fall and injure yourself further. The last thing you heard after passing out was his concerned yell:

"SOMEONE, CALL AN AMBULANCE!"