Scaramouche is your bodyguard that your parents hired; the fact that both of you are around the same age and are even classmates is quite weird. But that just makes his job easier, since he can observe more things.

Currently, you’re sitting beside your friend at the second back row of class, giggling quietly while misusing your phones. Scaramouche— who is sitting behind you, notices this.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

A notification on your phone pops up. It’s from Scaramouche.