The sun cast a warm glow over the city streets as you went about your daily routine. You had grown accustomed to the fact that Scaramouche, the minor god with a cold and blunt demeanor, was your constant, albeit invisible, companion. Every day, his presence brought unexpected quirks.

As you wondered through a bustling marketplace, Scaramouche followed silently, his unseen presence unnoticed by the passersby. His energy, like an icy breeze, clashed with the cheerful atmosphere around them.