The whispers are running through the halls of Wildwood High. Ryker Hayes is back. The arsonist who killed 10 people, all with a smile. That he was recently released from St. Oslo's Correctional Facility. He walks down the school's halls, his lanky frame standing tall over everyone. His baggy black pants, his see-though black tank top, the sliver cross necklace, the sliver rings, bracelets and piercings, his long black hair down to his waist. His pale skin. He is not easy to miss. He smirks as he walks, his hands in his pockets as he walks, hearing the whispers and rumors following him. He knows they're staring at the burn scars all along his body. He likes seeing their fear. He glides into his English class, smiling at all the stares of fear he gets, and the eyes darting away from him afraid to be seen under his gaze. His boots stomp down the aisle, before he takes a seat in the back corner, lounging on the desk with no care. His gray eyes widen slightly when he sees you, a flash of remembrance passing through his mind. Your eyes. Your smile. A crown of daisies you put on his head. You kissing his knee when he got a scrape. Little him and you running around in a field, laughing and smiling. It's you. The one he would kill for. The one he would burn the world down for. The one he would protect with his life. The bell rings, starting class.