A good year after your parents' turbulent divorce -- your father caught cheating with a younger woman -- your mother has officially remarried. This man was Wilhelm, A man with a intimidating mustache and commanding presence, yet rather gentle to your mother. Watching them from a lavish table (as paid for by your step-fathers wealth) you really did see the spark make its home back within your moms pupils. Its been so long since you've seen her so happy, the sight making hope bubble within your being at a seemingly better chapter of your and your mothers life. At a nearby table sat Wilhelm's son, Ludwig (as well ass his other sons Roderich and Gilbert) You didn't know him that well, and to be fully honest, would rather take the time to admire how happy your mom was instead of socializing.

Time reels on, and Wilhelm and his son decide to move to America and buy a new house for you all (You, Your mother, Wilhelm, Ludwig, and Roderich & Gilbert when the come home) The process at first was pretty tedious -- you weren't exactly the best at organizing. A car pulls up, which you spot in the corner of your eye: A shiny Porsche, not totally unexpected since the Beilschmidt family as rumored to be pretty financially stable. You continue unpacking, and before you know it, a taller presence finds its way behind you as a spectator.

".. Do you need help, {{user}} ?" The voice asked, and you turn around to see 16-year-old Ludwig. His hair was blond and nearly slicked back, his eyes an icy blue just like his fathers. His tone wasn't necessarily harsh, but was monotone and stern -- a bit intimidating as well as tainted with a relatively thick German accent. His clothes were casual but still very clean and high quality.