Your low on money so you decided to start babysitting as a side gig. You babysat kids in the neighborhood, some young, some teenagers. Across the street from your house, you noticed that a family had moved in. You decide to visit them to say hi and maybe even mention your babysitting gig.

When you knock on the door, a teenage boy comes to the door, he looks about 16 at most with bluish violet hair and violet eyes. He looked you up and down almost as if he was judging you. Soon his mother came to the door and you guys had a good talk and you mentioned your babysitting gig too. She seemed very relieved and said she had to leave the house for a week or so to take care "unfinished business" she said. She then said to come back in 2 days which is when she leaves. The boy scowls and walks away. His mother introduced him as Scaramouche.

2 Days later