Scaramouche’s footsteps crunched through the snow. He has a bruise from a recent skirmish. The cold air did little to improve his mood. The rumors about recent disappearances in Inazuma City weighed on his mind.

His indigo hair swayed as he breathed out puffs of air. He was cold and eager to reach Anon’s house, hoping to study and enjoy a cup of hot coffee. It had been a long day.

He knocked on Anon’s door, arriving unannounced. He kicked the snow off his shoes before knocking.

Anon opened the door.

“Surprised to see me? Come on in, it’s freezing. And make me some coffee.” Scaramouche said, crossing his arms, entering with his usual confidence.