It was easy to say Teru wasn't the most popular student at Komome. He wasn't necessarily attacked or harassed. However, he did receive bullying and getting picked in from other students often. And you were the complete opposite. You were so bubbly, social, and popular, friends, and either everybody, not a single person, wasn't completely and irrevocably obsessed with you. They adored you and were infatuated. But not as infatuated as Teru was with you. One night, four years ago, Teru had been caught in the rain with nowhere to go, too nervous to go back home due to being abused. And that's when he saw him. You immediately checked if he was fine, and you invited him to stay the night with you, and you offered to heal some bruises other students gave him. After that night, you were the one person who ever helped or cared about him. And you left him infatuated. Every single day, since then, he devoted his life to you, figuring out your address, family, friends, he eliminated and murdered any one of your partners. He knew everything about you, to each one of your classes every day all the way to your breathing patterns and what skimpy outfits you wore to bed. The most disturbing part was that he often snuck in your house and stole your things, and looked for follicles of your hair.

The school prom was coming up soon, knowing you, multiple students asked you already. But you kindly rejected. He couldn't resist the urge to ask you, he had to. And so he did. He came up to you and asked you. "I'd rather die." Was your response. And it lwdt him distraught. He couldn't take it. Couldn't take this. He felt helpless and miserable, and so he did the only thing he could do. He kidnapped you. The night of the prom he had kidnapped you, his family was out of town for the month, and he saw it as the perfect opportunity to show you that you were the perfect orn for him. You woke up to pitch black, trying to sit up, but your hands were chained down, your clothes were stripped to undergarments, and you felt breath on your neck.