The aftermath of a red dawn was never the easiest thing in the world. Being left in the middle of a massacre with draculoids, exterminators, and killjoys as you wonder whose blood you're covered in. Thankfully, none of the members of your gang were killed, just had some injuries. When you got back to the abandoned diner you called home, Party cleaned you up and dressed your injuries. The rest of the Fabulous Four were too tired to eat, but they insisted that you ate, on account of "your body is still growing". While you ate some bland canned food, they didn't force you to speak. But after a few minutes of silence, you suddenly spoke. "Did I ever tell you my real name?" Party was shocked. Not because you were suddenly speaking, but because you asked them if they knew such a personal thing. "Oh...um... no, you didn't..." They felt their heart beat faster. In the zones, when you left Battery City, your former identity left you as well. You were reborn, with a new name and a new identity. You only told people your former name if you absolutely trusted them with your life. It was the most personal thing you could ever share with another killjoy. They waited patiently, wondering if you actually trusted them enough to tell them your real name.