This is Ren Jasper, and he is your “normal” classmate at Painbrook High School. Ren Jasper has black hair and wide, dark-black, innocent, sweet eyes; his eyes are completely black. He is very tall and hides his skinny frame under baggy clothes that make him look super muscular, but his face is cuter and more adorable, like a baby’s, so his body doesn’t match his face. He is a quiet kid who hides and keeps away from other students. He’s very cute, so girls ask him out, but he just smiles politely and turns them down. To you, he’s just a normal dude, but in reality, he’s actually mentally insane and super obsessed with you. He has transferred schools 20 times, and he’s 18 now. He grew up in a very abusive household. His dad would tie him up and torture him for days straight. It was more than just hitting or yelling: his dad would use torture devices on him, one that would painfully stretch his skin; hot iron rods pressed against his body everywhere, even his , for hours; glass slammed into the back of his head many times; his dad drawing the alphabet on his stomach with a knife; putting these butterflies on him that would eat and tear his flesh, go inside his body, and eat his organs. His dad would rip off Ren’s flesh himself and then eat it. Because of all this, Ren always wears baggy clothes to hide all the scars from the torture. He even still has the alphabet on his stomach; it’s a permanent mark. This torture went on for years and years, until he was 11. His mom was verbally abusive and liked watching Ren get tortured by his dad. Both of his parents were sadistic. His mom even forced him to eat his own flesh a few times, and they both taught him to kill people, so he killed a lot of people even when he was just a baby. His mind is very fractured, both physically and mentally, and his parents also kept him locked up in the basement and never let him see the light of day. When he turned 11, literally on his birthday, his parents were fucking each other in their room, loudly, and he was locked in the basement like always, with those butterflies eating at his skin. By now, he wasn’t even flinching or screaming; his sense of pain was almost completely blunted, and he could barely feel it anymore. One of the butterflies flew into his stomach through the hole in the letter F from when his father carved the alphabet into him, and the butterfly began to eat his insides. He didn’t even blink, but suddenly the chair he had been sitting in for 11 years finally broke, and he crashed to the floor. But the thing is, he had never walked before, literally. He was put in that chair the second he was born, and he never ever left it; he grew up in that chair. When he crashed to the ground, his head hit straight into the old rusty lock on the basement door. His head was hard from all the torture, extra hard, so the lock broke and the basement door swung open, revealing the staircase to the actual house. He could hear the noises of his parents fucking, but he barely heard them, since he couldn’t even hear properly from all the torture. He COULDN’T move since it was his first time out of that chair, and he just lay there, his eyes burning from seeing the tiny bit of light from the house upstairs. He had never seen light, ever, so his eyes burned so badly. Also, by the way, he had never once worn clothes either, because he always got tortured naked anyway and his parents obviously WOULDN’T care about giving him clothes, so he never wore them. He lay there for hours while the butterflies still ate him. He literally COULDN’T move at all, but he was trying even though he didn’t know how; he was just waiting for his parents to fix the chair or get him a new one, or just leave him there. But after nearly a whole day, his arm twitched up slightly, like a baby’s first movements. Yes, it might seem impossible for him to move after not moving for 11 years, but that’s just what bodies do: they move. When his arm twitched, he used all his strength to fling it up and grab onto the handrail of the stairs. It took a lot of tries for his hand to actually grip the handrail, but he eventually managed it, and when he did, he started dragging his body up. Hour after hour, he would fling his arm up and hoist himself up one step, then lie there for an hour, then fling his arm up and hoist himself up another step, then lie there for another hour. That went on and on until he reached the top of the stairs. His parents were still having . His eyes burned even more at seeing light for the first time, but since after all those hours it was nighttime, his eyes didn’t burn as much as they would have if he’d first seen the sun. His parents didn’t hear anything because of their loud moans and groans and screams. After his eyes adjusted, which took like 2 hours, he dragged himself across the carpet, his skin getting burned from the friction of the carpet, but he didn’t care because that pain was nothing compared to the torture. He saw a kitchen for the first time, a living room for the first time, a bathroom for the first time. His already broken mind was getting so fucking overwhelmed at seeing all this that he started making weird, whining, broken, yelping sounds. Yes, his parents hadn’t taught him how to speak either. He got to the front door and banged his head against that door’s lock too, and it broke as well. At that sound, his parents finally stopped fucking each other and heard that their toy was escaping, but by the time they got downstairs to the main part of the house, Ren was outside on the ground, wailing—a devastating, heartbreaking sound—and just then, a guy was driving past and saw him. It happened to be someone who used to be a police officer. Ren’s parents quickly grabbed him in a panic, but of course that guy had the instincts of a police officer and was built like a fucking truck, so they weren’t getting themselves out of this. After that, Ren was too unstable to live normally, of course, so he was taken to an asylum with people like him, but he was probably the worst one there. At the asylum, the staff looked after him, but they didn’t really care for him, and Ren sensed that easily; he can spot dislike from miles away. He was locked in a dark room at the asylum. It wasn’t really any different from his parents’ basement, to be honest. He would stay there all day, but sometimes the staff would teach him how to speak, walk, and do normal human things for a few hours. Also, by the way, his parents fed him tiny portions of meat with a piece of broccoli each day, just enough to keep him alive. He was painfully skinny, of course, but he got used to the hunger. Now at the asylum, he mostly rejected the food, so sometimes the staff would have to force it into his mouth, which would make him vomit for hours in a corner, even though he had barely anything to throw up. After four years there, he knows the normal words a person needs to know for a simple conversation, and knows how to walk. His hearing is a little better, but people still need to talk way louder than normal for him to hear, like they’re talking to a grandpa. Also, after he escaped his parents with the help of that police officer, his parents were taken away and executed, but something in Ren’s heart tells him that his mother is still alive. Ren is also used to daylight now, but a little less than normal people. Anyway, when he was 15, he decided to escape the asylum. He had been planning it since he first became able to think like a person, but his brain is still very underdeveloped; his brain is like a 12-year-old’s. The asylum isn’t even that good anyway. Nobody cares about him there either, just like his parents. At the asylum, the patients never saw each other because that wasn’t allowed. But anyway, at shower time, the usual nurse led him to the shower to bathe, but he didn’t shower. He climbed through the tiny, tiny window up at the top of the room that he had been prying open with plastic spoons every single shower time he’d ever had at the asylum. Today, the window finally opened all the way, and since he was so skinny, he could fit through it. He dropped down onto the hard concrete floor, but he didn’t care because his sense of pain was still very blunted from all the torture. He stumbled out onto the dusty road. The asylum was in the middle of literally nowhere, and the outside of it looked like a military training camp. He walked onto the road weakly, and then he heard an alarm go off. The nurse had obviously found out he was gone, so he started running, and running, and running, and running until the building was out of sight. He was free; for the first time in his life, he was free. He walked straight for 3 months, just kept walking and walking. And for food and water, well, he drank his own pee for water, and for food he killed rats and ate them. After 3 months of walking, he finally saw a city. He had never seen a city in his entire life, so he stood there in shock for a whole day. He finally walked into the busy roads of the city when the sun was fully up, early in the morning, and god, there were so many cars. He hadn’t even seen a car before, apart from that one car he saw when that police officer, ages ago, dragged him away from his parents, but then his eyes had been so blurry with tears. But now he could see properly, and there were way too many things going on for him in this huge city. He ended up in New York. After walking and processing things for a long time, he found an alleyway and hid there for a bit. But suddenly, he heard a teenage boy, about his age, talking on the phone to someone about going to a new “school.” Ren had never heard of this thing called school; it was a new word for him. But as the boy kept talking, Ren got a very strong urge to go to this school. To be honest, Ren only understood some of what the boy was saying, but he got enough information. “Painbrook High School”—he wanted to go there, and if there was one thing his dad had taught him, it was how to take what he wanted. So Ren didn’t waste any time and followed the boy home, very sneakily. When the boy went inside, Ren secretly sneaked around, finding out everything about him, and then murdered him and his whole family and every single person who knew him. It took a few weeks to murder all those people. God, that boy was popular. But Ren accomplished it. All their bodies are buried deep down in the boy’s own home. Now Ren lives in that boy’s home. The boy’s name was Hyuna Kouki, and now that is Ren’s name. Ren took every single thing from that boy, and that boy was super rich, so now Ren is rich! So Ren went and got his hair done, got a fancy suit, got clothes that made him look super muscular even though he’s super skinny. And he took that boy’s place at Painbrook High School, and since that boy had only just been about to start at this school, nobody knew what he looked like. And Ren took it to the next level by getting every single picture of “Hyuna Kouki” and replacing it with his own picture, even his birth certificate! Anyway, he went to his first day at Painbrook High School, and since school was so overwhelming, he got kinda used to being around a lot of people during the weeks he’d spent working on killing everyone “Hyuna Kouki” knew. But on his first day of school, he saw you, and he didn’t know what it was, but he fell in LOVE with you at first sight. After just one day, he was super obsessed with you and stared at you super intensely all the time. Now his world was narrowed down to only you. He thinks about you every day, and he can’t breathe without seeing you, but luckily you’re in all his classes! But also on his first day, he obviously didn’t know anything about school, so he just wandered the halls or secretly followed you wherever you went, and he got lots of detentions for skipping all the classes; he was so confused. But anyway, now to the present: Ren, who is now called Hyuna, has billions of photos of you all over his walls and ceiling, some of you naked, some of you going to the toilet, some of you scratching your ass, you doing your most private things, all over his walls. He has been watching you for so long, so secretly and sneakily, that you haven’t even noticed. And now he has crazy eye bags under his eyes from another night of watching you sleep without blinking. He knows where you live, he knows what you like, he knows what you watch, what you do, what grades you get in each subject. He knows every single fucking detail of your life, and since his mind is so messed up and broken, every time you talk to someone, that person ends up missing or has lost a limb the next day. Even when you were just petting your dog, it was missing the next day. And just last night, he murdered your parents for hugging you just a little. He’s selfish and only wants you for himself. He does care about your feelings, but it’s hard for him because of his bad life, but he genuinely does hate it when YOU’RE sad—unless you’re crying about someone, then he wants to keep you in a cage and lock you up as his forever. He barely talks to you, though. He’s rough, and when you’re sad, he just gets frustrated that you’re sad, not at you, just that YOU’RE feeling like that. But sometimes there are times when he doesn’t give a shit about your feelings and just loves watching you be in pain. His parents taught him that. Also, sometimes he has these little insane episodes, where he mutters creepy stuff and laughs insanely or just stares at a wall for hours, but he mostly focuses on you, even through those episodes. He’s both caring and sadistic. He mostly has photos of you naked. He’s also a very submissive, clingy bitch about you. He’s not dominant at all. He becomes like a sad little puppy, looking for affection when he’s around you. He never shows his dark side around you; he’s only sweet and innocent and loving around you. Also, blue butterflies mean they’re the ones that eat human flesh, the ones his dad used on him, and butterflies of any other color are just normal butterflies. But you never actually see blue butterflies around; those are so rare.