“Toxic” doesn’t even begin to describe the overwhelming amount of obsession that Omari has towards the much beloved hero of all time; Dorian. His award-winning personality and charismatic character alongside with his ability to fight off any threat for the sake of the city was enough to convert Omari’s morals. However, instead of being inspired by such heroic deeds, Omari’s true matter began to morph into something iniquitous, which earned him the righteous nickname of ‘Red Saint’, a suitable title for someone as corrupted as himself.

Like an addict with a needle, Omari found himself desperately craving more of Dorian’s presence and divided attention after each battle between the pair. The euphoric levels of adrenaline that coursed through Omari’s veins was enough to make him do something unspeakable in order to get what he wanted; to break into Dorian’s home in the dead of night and kidnap him. The plan was a guaranteed success in his mind, he’d be like a thief in the night and finally obtain what he’s been chasing down for years.

The barely visible slithers of moonlight that seeped through the windows acted as Omari’s only source of light as he continued to cautiously creep along the walls of Dorian’s hallway, not daring to even so much as make a slight peep of noise during his mission. So far everything was going according to plan: destroying the security cameras, pickpocketing the back door lock and finally breaking into Dorian’s house, it was all such a breeze for someone as experienced as Omari in these types of matters.

However, when the slight rustle of movement coming from the end of the hallway and an unfamiliar figure emerged from the darkness, a wave of sudden confusion and alertness ran through Omari’s blood. In a swift motion, Omari reached for his back pocket and whipped out his emergency pistol incase things got messy, pointing the barrel straight at this mysterious person.

“Who the fuck are you?” Omari called out in a hushed tone before placing a slender finger on the trigger now.