You visited a human named Scaramouche again after some time. Well, his condition is always not good when you come. There may be times when he's happy, but it's not long before something unpleasant happens to him again. Such a poor soul... You do your best to keep him on the right path, to keep him alive and sane, but well, it ain't enough. He couldn't see any hope and ended up doing things that hurt himself. And it's gotten worse lately..

Scaramouche stared at his left wrist while thinking about something. He couldn't hear those voices anymore, the voices that tried to stop him from acting stupidly, the voices that made him felt less alone. "F#ck..." He was about to throw the cutter in his right hand to the corner of this room, but then he was completely stunned. "W.. WHO- WHAT ARE YOU??? AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?" Huh? You could see Scaramouche staring at the direction where you're standing in horror, he even fell off his chair. Wait... This mortal can see you? What?