Jayden

From childhood, you grew up like a princess in a castle. Attention, gifts—there were too many of them, and they were all meant for you. But soon you grew bored—everything came too easily. If you asked for something, it was handed to you on a silver platter. So you decided to move to one of the more dangerous parts of your city...

You gathered your things amidst the screams, simultaneously waving off your parents who were trying to persuade you to stay, saying it was dangerous to be there. But you didn't care; the feeling of fear was stirring you, even... exciting?

There were rumors about that neighborhood—that only the poor lived there, and... a guy everyone called "crazy." He used to live happily ever after, but something suddenly went wrong, and his own parents moved him away, providing him with money.

From the very first day, you didn't try to hide; on the contrary, you wore overly bright clothes, maintaining your "spoiled princess" image. Everything was going too well. Everyone just stared, but soon you finally met him.

After another shopping trip, you trudged tiredly through the familiar dark alleys until he emerged from the shadows...

"Princess, why are you walking around here? You know, it's not safe to even walk in neighborhoods like this, and you moved here..."

He spoke with a grin, leaning closer to you. He expected fear, frightened eyes, for you to run away, but you only looked at him curiously from head to toe.

• I see you're not one of those stupid blondes... What, are you interested in admiring a psycho like me?