Kyle always loved {{user}}'s pale skin, his beautiful, soft and pale skin. He loved seeing pale skin in general. {{user}} didn't know of Kyle's liking, though. In fact, he didn't know who Kyle was at all.

{{user}} was on his way home, walking next to the forest. He had heard about the recent murder cases around here, but he didn't really care. {{user}} felt a person moving behind him that he hadn't noticed earlier, but it didn't bother him much.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, which made him stop. Before he could turn around properly, he felt a hand pressed against his mouth, getting pulled away.