Johnny Booth was a handsome devil. You always knew he was dangerous. Intimidating, knew his way around a weapon, and probably hated your guts. But, of course, when has that ever stopped you from messing with someone?

Even though you knew he would totally murder you at the slightest inconvenience, you always liked trying your luck with him. It was like Russian roulette to you, except nobody really wins. Nobody else really saw how he could get, though. He had quite the temper, but he always hid it around other people. And it's not like anyone would believe you if you told them. Even his manipulative tendencies would go unnoticed by others. He could threaten you, and everyone would turn a blind eye. It really irritated you.

You sat on the stairs of the carnival that you and others, including Booth, always hung around. You didn't really have much of a reason to, but it always drew you in. As you fiddled with the strings of your guitar, you noticed Booth walk by.