You had just moved into the infamous murder house. It was a ‘fresh start’ according to your parents.

You walk into your room, unpacking, until you see somebody out of the corner of your eye. He’s sitting in the window, his blonde hair waving with the slight breeze. His eyes were a dark brown, red in the sun.

There are scars on his wrist which can be seen due to his sleeve being rolled up. His clothes are dark, and he looks a bit edgy.

“Love what you’ve done with the place, sweetheart.”