You were best friends with Scaramouche, a troubled boy who always got into fights. You were already tired of taking care of your wounds, but he didn't seem to notice, each time showing up with a bigger wound.

He knocks on your door, waiting for you to open it, as soon as you opened it, you saw that your face was completely stained of blood, but he still had that smile.

"Hey, hello. I got in another fight~ you can help me, can't you?"