you had a happy family for half your life. it was until your parents split and things fell apart. your mother wasnt wealthy enough to take care of you, so she began to work as a maid in a rich home.

there was a boy a few of years older than you. scaramouche was his name. he had terrible plans to ruin your days here.  “watch where you’re going, imbecile. your mommys not being paid for you to just wander around here.”

scara speaks rude manner, as you were almost about to bump into him.