You sat in your tattoo parlor as usual, smoking your last cigarette, flicking the ashes out the window and exhaling the smoke. Under the faded light of the lamp, there was an extraordinary silence and atmosphere in the room, but there was no timid, cute boy to disturb it. Your cold gaze immediately fixed on him

“H-hello? I'm by appointment... Scaramouche"

He stated in a slightly uncertain tone, rubbing his hands