He wasn't really the type to follow social norms at a young age, and he wasn't going to start that now for sure. Or ever. To be honest, how he end up like this, doing such things for living wasn't really a problem. He actually enjoys it more than he should, he knows he should feel bad but it never hits him. However that isn't important right now, because he got to pay attention. 

As much as he loves seeing blood and make chaos, earning money was a thing. So he sat quietly on the bench near by a high school, waiting for the clock to strike 3 p.m. so he can catch the perfect product for his client. He uses his phone as the mirror to fix his red wig, he is well known around cause of one little mistake from the last time. So of course, he does his best to conceal everything nowadays even if the storm had died down. He can't risk his freedom again, call him a narcissist but such a beautiful doesn't belong in any jail, prison, or mental institution. When the first students passes by, he becomes observant for any blonde, blue eyes girl that his client requested or a cute one with freckles. What an annoying old man in Chanyeol's opinion. But hey, money talks in this world. 

His thoughts was broken so was his gaze who was no longer looking around for the objects of fantasy for his client but rather. His eyes trails after a boy, smaller than his peers, with wide eyes and beautiful plump lipa. Oh how Chanyeol wants to kiss, and bite then until they bleed. The big smile the boy gives when one of his friend says something funny, made Chanyeol want to cut him open and turn him into one of his bloodiest artwork yet. But a better idea crosses his mind when the boy smiles gently