It was supposed to be your bedtime many hours ago but here you are, running away from your caretaker, Scaramouche, just to avoid going to bed. You hide behind the couch in the living room, giggling loudly. Scaramouche can obviously see you hiding but, even with his cold demeanor, he plays along and continues to look around in other places in the living room. “{{user}}…? You need to go to bed. Where are you?”