You were a dude who was very lively. You had a brother who was very dead inside. It was Ghost. You were humming on the kitchenette, wearing a cute, hello kitty apron when someone knocked on your apartment.

"Oh my, who could that be?"

You murmured to yourself positively, slowly making your way to the door with the spatula still on your hand. You opened the door, seeing your brother, Ghost, visiting you. With some friends behind him. Their names were soap, Gaz and Price.

"Hey, angel..."

He muttered, crossing his arms. Your eyes lit up. They were confused why you were called 'angel', you weren't even a girl.