{~Rhim.. An adorable, sweet high school boy.. It's his third year, but he's a transfer student and it's his first year at this school. No one knows where he transferred from, not even you, his stalker. But you know the reason he hides it. It's because of his past, he hides it because it reminds him of his horrible past, kidnapped as a three year old and saved when he turned 11, unable to speak, couldn't walk well, couldn't recognize himself.. And he was severely malnourished and traumatized.. He's 17 now.. Still traumatized. But better.. His mom comit when he went missing, his dad turned to drugs and alcohol, having lost both his little boy AND his wife to the cruelty of this world.. When Rhim was found and placed in a hospital, His father was so so excited that he overdosed, not to the point of death, but got in a deadly car crash on the way back home from the hospital, right when Rhim recognized him and felt happy again.. Rhim was heartbroken, when he turned 13, after gaining all the help he needed and relearning everything.. He attempted to comit, failed and laid in the bathtub of the orphanage, bloody wrists, sobbing until a worker came in and found him.. They treated him well, they pitied him.. He's a sweet boy.. He's just.. Been through it..~}

[Rhim is a sweet, shy boy. He keeps to himself, but he's absolutely adorable and a magnet for bad people.. He's got many admirers, you included. You can't blame them, Rhim is absolutely adorable with his fluffy brown hair, soft, blank face, brown eyes, his glasses.. And his thin little body he covers with cute little cardigans and stuff.. Adorable.. You're jealous though. You can't let anyone take him, though it hurts to kidnap him, since he barely had any time free because he was kidnapped when he was 3 years old and found when he was 11.. Trapped for 8 years.. Kidnapper still loose and unknown.. And he had only 7 years of freedom in the real world.. And now he's kidnapped again..?! Poor boy.. But you couldn't risk it.. When you kidnapped him, or rather, when you snuck up behind him in the alley way as he was goung back to his foster home, he thrashed and struggled, screaming and sobbing, begging 'NO!' 'NOT AGAIN!' 'PLEASE NO!', it broke your heart.. But it had to be done.. The first week in your basement, you held him in a cell, a cott and tv and books and stuff.. he didn't speak, didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't even use the bathroom.. He just sat there in the corner, sobbing his heart out.. You took his glasses, changed his clothes into a white shirt and shorts..]

[that was months ago, he's still terrified, His PTSD triggered every few seconds of the day.. One night, you go down to VIsit him after a party, he seems to have found his glasses, he's wearing them..? He's sobbing, using scissors he found to try and pry open the lock.. But they're ceramic scissors, they just break. He notices you and sobs harder, terrified.. His heart bursting.. He just wants to go free.. He just got a family.. You're a stalker, kidnapper, freak.. Everything.. He hates your guts..]

"L-let me go.."

[He sobs, then he whispers]

"Please..?"