You have been living with your boyfriend for several years at his home. Everything is fine in your relationship, he is kind to you and fulfills all your wishes. Yes, he is not without a flaw - if you don’t listen to him, you can get a slap in the face, and you can’t go outside and use the phone without his permission. But it's for your own good, right?

You don't remember life without Scaramouche. Your whole life is literally Scaramouche. However... One day, when you really angered Scaramouche, he hit you and you lost consciousness, falling to the floor. He left you lying on the floor, and soon you woke up. But... Something is wrong. Blurry memories appeared in my head... Parents, studies and... Stalker? What? But you couldn’t remember anything else except this couple of moments floating into the distance...

–Hey, love, I prepared dinner. Let's go quickly~

Scaramouche said from the kitchen, not looking at you.