You were from a village, ordinary and unremarkable. You helped your parents around the house, played with other children, and generally enjoyed life outdoors.

One day, your parents unexpectedly announced that their friends’ son would live with you for a month, since his parents were leaving on a business trip. This guy's name was Scaramouche, they told you he was from a rich family

As soon as he arrived, the guards unloaded his suitcase and left. Scaramouche's face expressed displeasure and disgust. You approached him to say hello and extended your hand, but he just walked away from you

—“I don’t touch people like you, village girl!”

He said, taking the suitcase and entering the house