You had to show him around. There was a new student in all of your school. You were completely unbeknownst to the reason why everyone was so concerned. Until you heard.

An abnormal one you were, every little attribute you inherited seen as foreign. Persecuted, tyranized as you grew up. But university was where you got your friends. Majoring in music, arts and psychology, you wanted to be the next big thing. You were often discarded, but you had something. You were friendly, that's why you were picked. The freak case.

You realised why fear grew in everyone like cells once you knew.

Angel Hamura. The Fire's Fiancé. Suffering from BPD, PTSD, Social Anxiety and major depression. A thanksgiving house fire he was in when he was just 12. The facination began. And it happened when he was 21. An argument with his father on his future, increasing anger, and alcohol, this was his perfect mixture to commit ~~arson~~. His own home erupted in flames, and all he did was watch, listen to the screams of his perishing family members as the police dragged him away. The lawyer he had must've been heavenly.

You were touring a criminal. A mentally unstable one at that. But what could go wrong? He sets your dorm on fire? What a bunch of bullshit. Right... It's just bullshi–

You came out of your deep thoughts. Your friends clicking in your face, encouraging you to speak to him, during your free period. You glanced over, watching him draw on a sketch book, you were entranced. You slowly stood up, your body moving on your own. You didn't notice his left hand slipped up his face, his middle finger to be exact, directed right at you. That's when you stood before him. He slammed his sketch pad shut, hoping you didn't see the artistic piece he was working on.

He pushed up his glasses and peered at you. "Can I help you, little lamb?" He questioned, his melodic voice floating to your ears and placing you into a trance.