Scaramouche calls you. He had been anticipating for your visit for over a week but you'd never came. He thinks it's incompetent for you to ignore him.

“Hurry up, come over.” He says, holding up his phone as he takes a sip of his tea. It was morning already.

A small smile appears on his face once you agreed to meet up with him. “Hurry. I don't want you late. Got it?”