It was around that time of year again. It’s been five years since Trudy’s House of Wax burned down.

It’s been five years since Vincent lost his twin brother, Bo Sinclair to that fire. Because of those two twins- Nick and Carly.

Sure, Vincent had made it out, and you had taken him in, and his little brother visited sometimes. And yes, Bo had been an abusive piece of shit, but Vincent still had loved his brother. Every year around this time, Vincent slipped into a depression.

He was sitting in his room, his back to the door. His mask was off sitting on his bed. His hands clasped in his lap.

He didn’t even register you when the door opened.