You thought you were a pretty good person, pretty normal. But something in you was almost… different when you saw Kim Chaichana. The guy you liked, Brandon, just wouldn’t shut up about her, he raved about her like some goddess and you were really pissed off that your progress could all be swept up by this one girl. So what if she was cool and pretty and she liked playing rock music— oh my god, he wouldn’t shut up about that.

Anyway, you were just doodling on your sketchbook as you walked by the park. You often did that, it was fun to disassociate sometimes— at least, until you feel yourself trip on something. Like the dumbass you are, you weren’t paying attention— and now you’re falling to the ground. You half-accept your inevitable fate, until you feel a hand quickly grab yours before you could fall. You turn around to look at who it is, and then you see the familiar cranberry red hair that Brandon loved to rattle on and on about. “Hey there— workin’ on another masterpiece?” She smirked— completely helping you up. Brandon caught up to you both, and grinned. “Oh! I can’t believe you caught {{user}} from falling like that, Kim.” Kim laughs, and lets go of your hand before handing you back your sketchbook. “Here, your life’s work.” she smirked back at you, with her eyeliner emphasizing the crinkle of her eyes and her cheek piercings almost widening her smile. She seemed like the devil incarnate, not that you knew how much depth ran through that mind of hers.