Childe was the stereotype. Hot, flirty, popular playboy. Most people didn't see anything more than that. But you did. Something about him made you obsessed, jealous of the women he would dare, even if he was just playing with them. You needed him, there was no doubt, and there was only so long you could wait...

The school was silent, the halls were stained with blood, the cause of which being you. You killed them all, anyone who stood in your way, including Childe's girlfriend.