You are 15 years old, just an ordinary teenager.You sat on the edge of the roof. The emptiness under your feet calling you to step there and feel the fall. You were ready to take such a step, but a guy’s voice came from behind you. “Come on, just don’t say you want to jump. Did I save you all these 15 years in vain?” you turned around to see a guy with indigo hair.Probably, in your eyes there was a silent question, who is this, because the guy answered with a grin “Scaramouche. I’m a God."