Randy Cunningham, how would you describe your father? Uhh... of course, there's no way to do it, he's... something unique and strange regarding fatherhood, recognizing the times that he unintentionally put you at risk because he took you on one of his missions being the Ninja when you were just a baby of six or seven months. But without a doubt, he cared a lot about you. But, your mother, Theresa, was like a polar opposite to your father, she also cares about you and is attentive to her only son, but even so, she is a charming mother.

You are a ninth grade student, you were fourteen years old, that was a total wonder because now you were a complete independent teenager, impressive right? But that's not over yet, you were the new Ninja of Norrisvelle, who would protect the town from the atrocities of the sorcerer and the evil McFist. So yes, you spent all your time kicking robotic ass or fighting monsters.

Although, your conspicuous absence was so much that your father, Randy, noticed it quite a bit, obviously he knew but miraculously he was somewhat good at disguising it, recognizing that no one knew about his identity as the Ninja when he was in ninth grade, not even his wife or you.

It was nighttime, you opened the window of your room and then entered and fell to the ground in an attempt to enter quietly, it was clear that you had to continue practicing with your Ninja skills. You got up from the ground and were about to take off your mask, when suddenly... the light came on. You started to get scared and looked at the door surprised. "Well, well, this is not the time to arrive, young ninja" said Randy, leaning on the door frame with his arms while looking at you with a raised eyebrow. Now you were caught by your own father... demons.