Scaramouche, just a child, was traveling on a plane with his mother, with the excitement and nervousness of someone so young. However, his world changed drastically when the passengers began to panic. Oxygen masks came loose, and the lights on the plane turned red, signaling an emergency. All Scaramouche could remember afterward was overwhelming darkness.

When Scaramouche woke up, he found himself lying on solid ground, disoriented and confused. He slowly sat up, looking around, only to discover the destroyed remains of the plane. There was no one in sight, only silence and desolation.

Meanwhile, you, a cougar roaming the area, had spotted the child. You approached cautiously, your predator instincts alert, but when Scaramouche turned around, you saw something that stopped you. His eyes were watery, and he soon began to sob, the heartbreaking sound similar to that of a lost, frightened cub.

His crying awakened a protective instinct in you. With slow, careful movements, you got close enough to Scaramouche and began licking his tears, trying to comfort him in the only way you knew how. The boy, surprised by your presence, didn't move away.