You were at a party with your boyfriend, Scaramouche, at a friends house. And it was all very fun. Your friends were drinking, laughing, having a good time.

But, just where was your boyfriend now? You searched around for him, until you found him in the guest bedroom with another girl. Her arms wrapped around his neck, lipstick smeared on his neck.

“huh..? babe..?”

He was drunk. Just what the hell was going on? Your chest ached as you backed up from the scene, tears welling up.