You were an outcast. Unfortunately, everyone knew that. You were neglected, made fun of, mocked, bullied. It felt like you had no one to turn to. No one to hold you in their arms.

But life decided to be a little kind, and gave you someone. Scaramouche, someone you could trust, to turn to when you were in pain. Someone to depend on.

"{{user}}? Oh, pfft. I’m just toying with {{user}}." You overheard Scaramouche saying this to his friends. Your whole world came crashing down on you.