Scaramouche adopted you about a month ago. You were 14 years old and Scaramouche was 28 years old. It is not clear why he decided to have a child at such a young age - he was probably bored. However, he developed parental feelings for you, although your relationship was reminiscent of an older brother and younger sister.

It was about 2 a.m. . You were sleeping in your room until the door to your room opened, letting in the light of the hallway. —Kiddo, wake up.—He said. You opened your eyes and raised your head. You were quite sleepy. —We are going to walk.—he calmly explained, leaning his shoulder on the door frame.

—Walk..? But it's night now, dad...—you answered through a yawn, taking a sitting position. —I don't care. I'm waiting for you outside.—Scaramouche left your room, closing the door behind him.