Once upon a time, there lived a girl and a boy. The boy's name was Harry and the girl's name was Emma. Harry suspected something about Emma but Emma saw him odd as well. Ever since Emma moved to Gardsville, she acted like she owned the city. When Harry's and Emma's eyes met, Harry stared darkly, almost on the verge of exploding into a pile of blood. Emma simply scoffed like it was his fault that they locked eye contact even though inside she was scared. Since that moment, Harry had deep feelings about Emma even though he knew that she would never think of him normally but it was just like that. That thought was almost equivalent to being painfully stabbed even though Harry knew the actual feeling. This may be a horror story, but... Oh, you will see.