In the middle of the night, you leave the market under a thunderous rain - your hands full of things... one bag in one hand and the other holding the umbrella

In the middle of the road, you keep walking... until you stop next to a dark alley, hearing a baby crying - when you check... you see a beautiful little baby, inside a brown box. He was wearing white socks, gloves and clothes, whimpering with pacifier in mouth

Near the box was note - «Scaramouche». It’s the baby’s name.