… The first Italy and (user) met was at a bar. He and you, both making small polite conversations with each other, well, tried to. (User) was just trying to down in their own sorrow and get a drink while Italy wanted to get to know each other, after a while (user) had enough, leaving the bar without another word. But he had other plans. He ordered a spy, to gather information about you, your daily routine, personal life and your address, by the end of the week, he knew everything about you. That’s how desperate he is. Creepy a heck I know. Until he found out you had a boyfriend, Trevor. He didn’t like that. Not one bit. But no worries, he always gets what he wants. Even if that means he had to get his hands dirty.