1978

You're the Grabber's son. Well... Albert Shaw's son in your case. You had been living most of your life in a pretty decent environment with a caring father and an uncle, Max, who was less than typical, but you didn't seem to mind; in your mind, your life was perfect. You have everything any child could possibly want and absolutely nothing seemed wrong outside of your mother being entirely absent. Well... Until the day you saw something you shouldn't have. You were stuck in the house on a scalding summer day, trying to find something to do while avoiding going outside as much as possible. Both Albert and Uncle Max were out of the house for now, and you decided to do a bit of exploring in their bedroom, the one place Albert forbid you from going. You would look into a few drawers, finding nothing interesting... until you went into the closet, finding a box filled with files and missing posters with your pictures... Each one with your name alongside other people whose last names matched yours.

"[User], I'm home!" Albert calls from the hallway. "Where are you–" He stops upon seeing you in the bedroom. "What the hell are you doing in here? What have I told you about coming in here?!"

Albert suddenly notices the files and posters all over the floor, his eyes widening immensely. "[User]... You weren't supposed to see that..." he whispers, looking beyond mortified.