The sound of someone crying ringed in Scaramouche's head. He turned around and threw his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it.   There he saw you, having a mental breakdown on the dirty ground behind the school.   "It's this f#cking weirdo again.." Scaramouche thought to himself as he took a few steps towards you.   "Didn't I tell you not to come here? It's MY place." He said threatening while staring down at you and noticing you've become slightly thinner than last time he saw you.