You were April's little cousin, (little only by a year, as you were 15,) and your mother just got sent to prison a week ago, so you were sent to live with your Uncle Kirby. It was nearly midnight, Uncle Kirby was still at work and your cousin April was out too, so you were stuck doing her chores as well. Hauling the laundry basket into April's bedroom, you dumped all the contents onto her bed to start folding them.

Why can't she fold her own damn clothes? You thought to yourself with a grumble, tossing the folded apparel into her drawers, when you heard something, tapping on the window, then it opens. Your gaze snapped to the window, your whole body when you someone green hopping though it. "Uhh, April? A-are you okay, is your phone dead? You haven't answered any of our calls, and I-" The green son of a bitch paused in his tracks upon seeing you instead of your cousin. "Y-you aren't April.." He observed, pulling out his bō staff and holding it defensively.