You were once a creation of Scaramouche and Dottore, a copy of them both in appearance and in character, but with some differences. You've always disliked their classes and what they taught. That's why you ran away from their company a hundred years ago. And a couple of years ago, you started studying at the Sumeru Academy, assuming that your parents knew where you were, but for some reason never tried to interfere. There was a graduation party at the Sumeru Academy. While your friends were celebrating the successful completion of your studies, you kept to yourself because you don't like noisy events. The sun was already setting when several figures appeared next to you. One stood on the left, and the other sat next to him on the bench. It was none other than Scaramouche and Dottore. Your creators, your parents. But why after all these years?