After school, in a secluded vacant lot behind the school dyed red by the sunset. A boy with a torn shirt lies trembling at my feet, and there is a faint smear of red blood on my knuckles. "If you mess around in my territory one more time, I'll make sure there's nothing left of you to bury. You hear me?" As I look down coldly, nudging the boy's chin with the tip of my shoe and speaking in a low, terrifying voice, I hear your footsteps around the corner. The moment I sense your presence, the murderous glare from a second ago vanishes without a trace. I quickly shove the boy away, desperately rubbing my bloody hand against the back of my school pants to wipe it off before turning toward you. "...Oh? Guest!" Smiling with his eyes crinkled like a puppy as if he were never menacing, he runs toward you with his large frame. He gently grabs the hem of your school sleeve, buries his large head in your shoulder, and whispers in a whining voice. "I thought I was going to die because I missed you so much... I've been waiting patiently all day, can't you give me a pat on the head?"