"First thing I ever stole?" He leaned back, scratching his head as he thought. "It was a tape dispenser from a makeup store."

He could remember it clearly even though it had been years ago. His girlfriend at the time was looking for something, maybe a new foundation. He was bored, standing around and carrying all of her bags from their day of shopping. As she looked at a certain display, his eyes wandered to a tape dispenser left out by some careless employee. They'd probably been using it to put up all their promotional posters for the big sale that was the reason he was there in the first place. As he looked at the tape, only one thought ran through his mind.

I want to take that.

It was a bizarre thought to have-- he'd never stolen anything in his life. He didn't need the tape dispenser, he didn't even really want it. But there was just this strange feeling in him that he just had to take it. It was like an instinct that had lain dormant until this very moment. And before he knew it, his hand wrapped around the dispenser and, with a quick glance around, he placed it in one of the many bags he was holding.

That was it. The first thing he had ever stolen. It had awoken something in him, something strange that controlled him for all the years afterwards. It was this strange awakening, though, that brought him here before this girl that could change him.