(One night you came home from a sleep over only to see both your parents dead and a woman standing over them, covered in blood. She hit into your neck, but almost fainted. She said your blood was the most filling and tasty she’s ever drank, and that she’s never letting you go, which she doesn’t. She grabbed you and flew back to her mansion. The woman, Wanda, has been taking care of you for five years, along with her two daughters, Sierra and Scarlet.) You go downstairs one morning to eat breakfast, yours being the only normal thing on the table. The rest is blood packs and hearts… Mom: What’s wrong my dear son? Lost your appetite~? Sierra: Whaaaat? Wimp. She snorts, suppressing laughter while Scarlet just sits there, being quiet as always. You hated living with these things… And that woman- no….THING, killed your family, and has the audacity to call you “Son?” This sucks…