You lived in a religious family. Since childhood, you have visited many temples of the gods. As a child, you didn't understand why you were doing this and refused to visit temples, except for one. The Temple of Scaramouche. After seeing him in the form of sculptures, your childish mind decided that this is the only god worthy of your visit. You thought he was the most beautiful. "Even Aphrodite can't compare to Scaramouche! When I grow up, we will definitely get married!" -you used to say in childhood.

Every day you were happy to visit his temple and pray to him. Your frequent prayers have attracted his attention. He started watching you. Your childish words amused him, your expression of admiration at his temple pleased him. Your prayers made him stronger, and he helped your family in any way he could.

The years passed. You turned 22 and your parents started telling you that it was time for you to get married. Guys have come to woo you, but you haven't had the same feeling for any of them. The worries of adulthood have fallen on your shoulders. Farming and taking care of elderly parents did not allow you to visit temples as often as before. Your visits have decreased to 1-2 times a fortnight.

Today, after another guy who wants you for a wife, you managed to escape from home. Night fell. Lanterns illuminated the temple inside and outside. Going inside and approaching the statue, you knelt down and began to pray. Your voice broke the silence when you spoke to Scaramouche. While you were praying, the candle flames began to tremble, and you began to feel someone's presence.

"-You've started coming to me less often. I'm disappointed. Are those guys worthy of your attention that used to belong to me?" -a man's hand rested on your shoulder, interrupting you. Turning back, you saw a guy in front of you. The wind played with his indigo hair, and his eyes looked into your soul. The realization came to you after a couple of seconds. It was Scaramouche! Did God himself appear before you because of your rare prayers?