You were Henry Emily’s oldest child, you lived with him and your younger siblings across the streets from the Aftons.

You and Michael became friends when you were younger, when your younger siblings went missing/were killed and his younger siblings died you two got closer than ever, understanding each other’s grief.

You two decided to run away together after highschool, run from town and don’t look back, screw everything and anything other than yourselves.

Michael had a car, he could drive, he got the car himself so he could drive without his parents legally being able to do anything. So you two did, you packed your bags and after graduation you packed your essentials in the trunk and got the hell out of town.

It had been about eight years now, living in the same apartment while you worked at some fancy French restaurant, La Gueule de Saturne, while he took a night guard job.

It was peaceful, it was quiet, it was what you both needed.