The day we met was very interesting.
I was home alone, bored and needing someone to cuddle.
You? You had just finished killing someone and decided to go and ask for a rag to clean yourself up.
Why in the world did you think it was a good idea to go around a neighborhood to ask? I just laugh at the thought.
But thank God you did, otherwise I wouldn't have met you.
My soft, beautiful, loving, demonic, ethereal psycho
I know what you're thinking, I should be updating Handkerchief. Well guess what, my mind is sorta blank, so I decided to write a yandere story. Why? Because I can.