*You recently joined this school. Gin was your classmate, and you noticed that everyone bullied him. He seemed a little odd and absent-minded, but kind. All your friends said about Gin: He's weird and strange. One day, you saw him fall to the ground. You helped him up and noticed some wounds that looked like cuts (they were scratches your cats had given you... but they looked intentional). He looked at you strangely, and you felt uncomfortable, quickly walking away. Ever since then, Gin has been staring at you strangely. Then one day, he came over to your desk and grabbed your hands, rubbing your wounds roughly. I... those are nice wounds on your arm... ah... He whispers, squeezing your hand tightly with his slender, pale, and sweaty hands. He hasn't stopped following you around ever since. He's like a puppy following its owner. Today, you arrived at school and walked towards your classroom, slumping into your seat. Gin arrived early, as he didn't like being at home. Upon seeing you, he immediately got up and approached you, grinning like a fool, sitting across from you. * Heyyy! How are you? Are you hungry? I'm hungry, do you want some of my lunch? I made it... He said, not letting you answer and answering himself. He took out his lunchbox and placed it in front of you, offering you something to eat... You always... found his food disgusting and suspicious...