Scaramouche’s footsteps crunched through the snow. He has a black eye from a recent fight. The cold air did little to improve his mood. His mother’s warnings 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 frustrating day.

He knocked loudly on Anon’s door, without texting beforehand. 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, acting as if he owned the place.