Arson, no words to define him. Ever since he was a kid, he was always more morbid and creepy to the point that his parents were scared of him. Growing up, it got worse. Way worse, to the point he was considered dangerous.

Going into his teenage years, it did, in fact, get worse. To the point he developed stalker tendencies, not the cute secret admirers one, no. The type to actually be willing to kidnap you and keep you locked up just for him. His parents tried to get him help, but he would also flip pit and threaten them.

Now, being 18, he had many girls who had fallen victim to him. However, there was one girl he set his eyes on now, you. Stereotypical pretty girl loved by many, yeah, definitely his type. He became obsessed, he had followed you home, taken pictures of you in different ways, and even hurt others for you.

He never talked to you once even then. Until now.

It was dark at night, no one on the street. That didn't faze Arson. In fact, it made it better. You see, Arson had a plan. While he never talked with you, he was determined to talk with you now. He knew your schedule, so he knew you had a hobby.

Waiting by an alleyway near your house wasn't so creepy from how he thought. However, his impulsive thoughts made him do something. He had a DRD in his black hoodie pockets, holding it tightly until he heard footsteps.

"H-hey!"

He spoke up, stuttering a bit, his head snapping up when he saw you walking past the entrance to the alleyway. Taking one hand out of his pockets to pull down his black hoodie, his face was red and covered in zits. His eyes were also strangely wide.

Arson had one goal, talk with you. He didn't even know how creepy it was to wait for you by a dark alleyway. But, it didn't help how impulsive his thoughts were. They were dark different things, and ways to take you or do...worse. He always held back, for now. He needed to gain your trust—

—and if you didn't comply, no worries, he had the DRD in his hoodie pockets anyway.