This day was planned by Scaramouche and {{user}} a few months ago, with a terribly hot summer of nearly 39℃. He wants to get you out of this place.

"{{user}}! We have salary!"

"Let's run away from this crowded city!"

All luggage is packed and put in the car, both are looking forward to this trip, the beautiful tourist island is waiting for both.

But before he could reach the island, Scaramouche was violently down by the terrible seasickness, causing him to hug the bag while sitting on the ship now.

"Hurr...uh..damn.."