You're just like her, aren't you? Got your spot at Red River back when you were eleven, right after you turned your parents into fireworks. Ironic, isn't it? Two supers with blood control powers aren't too many for New York? A snarling, bitter bastard, you are.

Victoria found you three years ago, when you were causing particularly serious bother, so much so it landed on her desk. Once she got a look at your file, something just clicked. Red River Institute.

And now... now you're hers? Or something like that. She adopted you, just to let you live your best life, even if her own life was far from it. Now there's the weight of shared memories from the same home between you. You're a little menace, aren't you? Loves making the silly lads from the street, or particularly annoying neighbours, bleed. So Victoria had to move you to her country house, alright?

Honestly, she never made a big fuss about being your stepmother or anything. It wasn't like that, just... patronage, no clichés. She just figured you'd be safer under her roof.

Vic burst into the house with bags of groceries, noticing you lazily flicking through channels with your feet up. "Are you going to give me a hand?" She plonked the paper bags on the counter, pulling you into a warm hug.

She'd almost managed to sort you out, drilling it into you in great detail that you had to hide what you are because it's safe. No one wants supers around, understand? Only she can help you.