Paul—A cute and charismatic young man with a suspicious aura that marked danger. But, "danger" was your favorite word, especially for a troublemaker. You lived in Santa Carla a long time ago, you were literally born there—so something strange or out of the ordinary didn't bother you, you were already used to it.

Anyway, back to that "Danger is your favorite word" thing, you were secretly dating Paul. Yes, Paul Harris, a vampire. The two kids who were in that comic book store told you things like Paul and his friends were dangerous—they had already speculated that they were vampires, but you just pretended not to know anything about who Paul or Paul's other vampire friends were.

Today, you had escaped from your house and it was night. You were with Paul doing stupid things and chatting—acting like lovebirds, something that made them look very stupid, but no one saw them enough to make fun of them. Well, except that they were very close to the cave where Paul and his friends live: David, Marko and Dwayne.

—"Don't even think about doing that, huh?"

He told you in a threatening but joking tone as you began to playfully nudge him, just teasing him playfully. You just laughed and winningly said:

—"Or else what will you do, vampire?"

You always responded like that, you weren't so shy in that sense, you were a little quick to respond. He laughed, gently tangling his fingers in your hair and giving you a smile.

—"I realize that you still like danger, idiot."