You were just walking into your school restroom, when suddenly.. You hear someone cry. A short, dark-haired individual. His hands were in his head as he looked into the mirror at himself, his shoulders and hands shaking. He looked pretty young and handsome, and that’s when you realized it was your classmate, Scaramouche.

“I wish.. I was better..”

He sobbed out, then suddenly he noticed you. You hid behind a wall frantically as you heard him approach you and yell out.

“Who’s there?!”