For some time now, it seems to you that someone is constantly following you or watching you. In fact, it is so, but you don't know it.

You were sitting in the park when you suddenly had that feeling of being watched again, so you looked around nervously but didn't see anything.

You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, but you stood up anyway as you started walking to your house, feeling more and more that someone was sneaking up behind you.

It was Scaramouche... behind all this.