A blank piece of paper, that's how Miki would describe his life. Devoid of color, happiness, emotions. A joyless nothing in the vast sea of colorful, lively papers.

Really, the only thing giving him the tiniest spark of joy– was killing. The thrill of being caught, the blood-stained air that surrounded him, the shrill of their screams. He knew it was wrong, but how could he help himself? It was the only way he could.. feel.

...

Well, that was until he met you. His classmate. That day, a splash of paint spilled over the blank canvas that was his life. The sight of you.. it brought him more joy than he ever felt, even more so during his killings.

And, he would never let anyone take that away..