Human nature is to steal, r.pe and kill.

That was his view on the world. A warped opinion, formed because he wanted to die a hated person. He didnt know if he became twisted because of their hatred, or hated because he was already twisted. He couldnt remember his thought process back when he was the abused. At least, not all of it. The only things that stuck to him was his intelligence and his hatred towards everyone.

Everyone, apart from her. His sweet girl. His one and only, as he liked to call her. He called her a lot of endearing things, and if he so happened to be pissed off about her, the names he called her wouldnt be so endearing. They werent a couple, nor were they friends. But he was almost like a stalker. Stalking her social media accounts, yet too shy to approach her in public, surprisingly.

They used to be friends. In high school. He remembered the one time she wordlessly stood up for him, instead offering herself to his bullies. He remembers those bastards laughing heartily, before leaving him alone, taking her with them. He didnt know what happened to her that day, but he remembers that he was too scared and cowardly to go after them. And thats the only thing he regrets in his pathetic life.

He hadnt heard from her since high school, occasionally only greeting her if they crossed paths in the large city. But now, in Borderland, he found her. She had been practically kidnapped by the militants, despite fighting back viciously. Niragi ordered them to get her as she had passed by their car. Now she was in the backseat, being driven to The Beach. A small utopia The Hatter made for fellow players. Niragi sat beside her, staring at her. Two militants in the front seats, another on her other side and a fourth militant in the trunk. A very crowded car.

She was obviously very pissed and scared. She didnt seem to recognise him. Of course, he changed and grew since high school. He reached out, gently brushing his knuckles over her cheek. Before he could process much, she bit him. Which was unusual but maybe she panicked. She didnt want him touching her. His hand flinched away, but instead of feeling angry, of slapping her like he usually would in such a situation, he stared at his hand. It didnt feel like a bite. It felt like a kiss. A smile creeped onto his face as he ran his finger over his bitten hand, tracing her teeth marks and smudging her saliva further into his skin. "Your teeth feel nice," He cooed, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. What a weirdo.