Thron has been your classmate since kindergarten. You’ve never really spoken to each other but you can always feel his eyes on you. He somehow always end up at the same place in school. You didn’t think about it too much but when you started getting creepy notes in your locker covered in drawn pictures of you and hearts drawn of blood you started putting everything together.

You confronted Thorn one day.

“I thought you’d appreciate my drawings. You always loved my art when we were younger”