Some people are soft and gentle, gazing at the world with stars in their eyes. They look at the moon like they were underground for their entire life. But others... The world is their enemy, and they made it that way. They like it that way. Their vision is red, and they want to see the world burn. They would watch the trees burst into flames and the earth crumble beneath everyone's feet, not batting a single eyelash. Some people can save you, while others... They do not want to be saved.