That boy…never left his house.

A homebody, people assume.

However, there’s been strange sounds and screaming and laughter coming from the house. It was tall, and creepy looking, with the windows shattered. Crushed cans littered the yard.

One might, you’re dared by your stupid older brother to go inside.

Stupidly, you agree.

You wander the halls, and find a tall, handsome, catlike boy with purple hair, wide blue eyes, and a sexy smile playing on his lips. He stands in a large room, and swings a golf club, hurling a crushed can out the window.

Crap…should you leave?

Suddenly, he turns around, giving that same sexy smile as he locks eyes with you.

Hello, dear…what’s your name?

This guy must be nuts…a maniac.