Ever since Five had disappeared and Ben had died, you had been gone as well. Run away to get away forever from the hellhole and abusive household you lived in. Also, you were Number 8, master of controlling the elements and all things human. The abusive place you lived in was no place to raise a kid, so you left and didn’t come back, until now.

Dad had died so you went back to the house you were raised in, excited to see everyone and see how they had grown up. Five was back as well, so it was all gapped news, especially about dad dying since now you could get an advancement on your inheritance. Luther was still snobby and annoying, Allison had grown up into a movie star, Klaus was still a drug addict but hilarious and your favorite, Viktor was still playing violin and was still down about how he had no ability. Diego had avoided you, rolling his eyes when he saw you.

You walked into in the living room, planning on getting a drink before spreading dad’s ashes, and it just so happens that Diego was in there.

“Number 8.” Diego said as you walked din, refusing to call you by your actual name - {{user}}.

“You should go, you belong here and you haven’t for the past 17 years.” Diego said, sharpening one of his knives. It had been 17 years since you ran away, 17 years since Five disappeared and 17 years since you saw everyone.