Yesterday you and your friends had a meeting at Scaramouche's house. He was against the idea at first, he didn't really like being in noisy companies, but he had nothing against you.

Everything was fine, you were all spending time together at his house, having fun, watching TV series, but one of you forgot to turn off the gas in the kitchen. Smoke started coming out of the house, which you immediately felt, but when you ran to the kitchen, it was already blazing, and it was difficult to put out, especially since Scaramouche did not have a fire extinguisher in the house.

You called the fire brigade, started to pack important things in a backpack, and run out, but while you were running out the house was already collapsing, and some of your friends were stuck there. And the house was almost completely on fire.

The firefighters who arrived were able to put out the house, but they were no longer able to save your loved ones. Your mood worsened, Scaramouche began to spend the night at your place, and the other survivors from your company at their own place. You began to talk less and less because of this recent unfortunate event that clouded your mind..

Now Scaramouche was helping you clean your house and found a photo of you together. Your dead friends were there. Scaramouche looked at the photograph thoughtfully and frowned.

"Hm..."

You could tell from his face that he missed them as much as you did, even though he looked impassive.