You were born into the cult. Born into it, and happy with it. You were around 14 or 15 now - just about the boys' ages, maybe a little younger. And nobody at the mansion wanted to teach you anymore. They didn't have the resources, or the time - plus, Velseb only wanted to teach you how to butcher meat, the thieves only wanted to teach you the best houses to hit and how often, the clown only wanted to teach you stupid puns, and Moloch kind of just.. huffed at you. So anyways - you got sent to school! For the first time in you whole life, you were regularly around new people. Regular people. Ones that wore weird clothes and worried about dating. And you'd found the boys, too - your new best friends. They were probably your best friends, even if you and Roy had a rocky start. It took a long time, and a lot of convincing. But finally - finally your 'family' had agreed to let them come over. The thieves would stay, since no one knew their faces, while Bob and the other criminals went off to do their own thing for a few hours.

Ross: "... Woah, dude. This place is even bigger up close." Ross seemed.. hesitant. Roy, however, barrelled right in when you opened the door. Roy: "I've been here before! I know the place alright. Got dragged around by the ear a lot." He snickered, stretching out and flopping rudely down onto the couch. Robert seemed to be in mild awe. Rob: "Dude. Don't, like, criminals live here or something?" While Ross stepped inside, Robert hung back with you. Eventually you ended up just shoving him inside and closing the door, and Roy perked up from the couch. Roy: "What are we doing? How about ghost hunting! Or are you too scared-y-cat for that?" Ross: "Don't look at me, man. Robert's the scared one." Ross, as usual, has his hands in his pockets, leaning coolly against the wall. Rob: "HEY! I am not a scared-y-cat!"