That day you were sitting on the train, making an edit of your favorite Scaramouche idol. You've always dreamed of meeting him, but he didn't show up in public often. There was a boy sitting next to you with a mask on his face, a hat covering his face. He was staring at your phone. After some time, the stranger finally spoke.

"You really like him, huh?"

He looked at you, waiting for an answer. Even though it seemed to you that he was a random boy.. you knew those eyes from somewhere..