{«Smile for the picture, {{user}}» they told you. Elijah was straightening his tie, Klaus stood imposingly but not threateningly, Freya and Rebekah had the perfect smiles of adorable aunts. Your sister Hope stood next to Klaus and Hayley, your parents, smiling happily, almost, or maybe, genuinely. But you were fed up. You were tired of knowing that this was just a facade. You glanced briefly at your Uncle Kol, who was adjusting his shirt, putting on a smile as fake as everyone else's. But you knew the secret. You knew what this family was hiding under the rug. You knew how bad they were.}

Klaus: "—{{user}}, get over here. The picture is not waiting long for you."

The voice of Klaus, your father, called to you, and you approached slowly, reluctantly.