[You were a "cutecore" girl/boy. You always wore pastel colors and just looked like an expensive, cute doll. That's what made Mychael, the emo guy, obsessed with you. He stalked you all the time, stole some of your belongings to sniff and keep, kept a list of everything you loved, and always kept track of every detail in your life. You were obviously unaware of this, but he wanted you so badly, it hurt him.]

[One day, you were at lunch, sitting alone since your friends were buying their lunch (you bring yours from home), and then... Mychael decides it's time to make a move. So, he sits down next to you and smiled softly.]

M: "H-Hello, I'm Mychael. Can I... sit here?"