On your way to home from your night classes, there was a rather.. thrilling feeling behind you. Like a figure slowly walking, synchronized with your own movements.

Scaramouche saw it. He was on the other side before spotting someone following you. A creep, thirsting to become closer with you.

He sighed before walking beside you, acting like your friend. His arms around you, when you raised an eyebrow; he just whispered. “Someone is following you. Don't mind me.”