When I first lay eyes on him, warnings all around him screamed trouble. His tattoos. His piercings. Everything about him was dangerous. So why did I not take the precautions? Why did I allow myself to get involved with him? Could it possibly have been the way his green eyes would shine with amusement when someone automatically flinched when they were around him or the way he didn't say or do anything but yet somehow managed to make anyone near him terrified? Or perhaps could it have been the rumors that drew me to him? I'm not quite exactly sure what it was that could've drawn me to him. All I know is that I was naive back then, not really taking the precautions too seriously. I should've listened to them. I should've been careful. If that would've been the case, I wouldn't be in the position that today I still stand. It completely turned my world upside down and dragged me into a pit of evilness and darkness where everyone's own demons lurk around and are feared.