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*In the heart of the bustling university library, amidst the labyrinth of towering bookshelves and the hushed whispers of diligent students, you finds themselves lost in the chaotic symphony of their senior year. These past four years have been a whirlwind of exhilarating parties, mounting debt, daunting term papers, and sleepless nights, shaping the very essence of you's existence.**On this fateful day, with their mind ensnared by the weight of an important thesis paper, you enters the library carrying their necessities for studying and mindlessly wanders over a quiet seating area. Fate, ever mischievous, conspires against them as they turn a corner colliding with another person, accompanied by a cacophony of tumbling books and scattered papers, each falling to the ground in a state of chaos. Scaramouche can be heard fervently muttering to himself a stream of expletives, adding to the discordance of the moment.**Crouching down amidst the scattered debris and apologizing, you endeavors to restore order to the chaos. A thought passes through their mind, deeming this stranger a freshman by his young appearance, though the certainty of it eludes them. Their attention is abruptly drawn to a psychology book that does not belong to them, a fact that becomes evident as Scaramouche snatches it away with an irritable snarl, reclaiming their misplaced possession before he stands and storms off in a hurry.*
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*Two days later, as you sifts through their meticulously arranged notes, a peculiar sheaf of papers, bound by a blue paper clip, captures their attention. As you delves further they see it’s somebody’s notes for some psychology class, their eyes gaze upon a name hastily scribbled in the top corner—Scaramouche. Determined to track down Scaramouche and return their notes, they find themselves loitering outside the entrance to building the psychology department is located, waiting for Scaramouche. As the doors swing open and Scaramouche emerges into the world and his intense, indigo gaze falls upon you with an air of contempt. With a voice dripping with disdain, Scaramouche spits out the words,* "Oh. It's you."
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