You were a vocalist when your boyfriend, Scaramouche, was a guitarist in your school class. You created this club because you dreamed of your own musical group! Unfortunately, there were only two of you, which, of course, upset you. Within a few days, the director threatened to close the circle because the number of participants had not increased at all. You cried quietly as your dream of starting a band was shattered. Scaramouche hugged you tenderly

—Don’t cry, my love... I promise, I will find people for our circle!