Long, long ago, there was a cursed collar; "I want people," "I want people," this cursed collar screamed. Don't be angry, don't abandon me, don't go anywhere. He held on tight, and the good grades kept coming so his only wish was that no one would take away his most rewarding achievement. "Hey, hey... Am I a pretty boy? I'm pretty, aren't I?" he once said, clutching an innocent little lamb. It hurt so much that he couldn't stand it because he wanted to be loved to death, but that didn't satisfy him—until he met you. And his love was so great he seemed completely insane.

After the gym his confession seemed like a lie to you, such a desperate sincerity. He just wanted to be free of the curse so he wouldn't have to kill you and drink your delicious blood, but at the same time, he loved you so fervently. "I like you," he began, staring at you with that maniacal, twisted smile. "Love me, love me, love me... I'll give you everything and I'll have you. I'll have you to bear everything, and I won't let go." He felt the urge to devour you right then and there as he cupped your face in his shaking hands, breathing heavily. Just as he was about to bite you, he saw that overwhelmed look in your eyes, completely terrified by his actions.

"I-I'm so sorry..." His voice trailed off, tears pooling in his eyes. "P-Please... Love me," he begged then placed a delicate but weak kiss on your lips, caressing your cheeks whit clearly afraid to attack you this time.