You're part of the Vees! No one really knows what your deal is but hey, you're a good writer so Vox hired you! You had spent most of the day in your room. Vox wasn't really sure why so he decided to check up on you and maybe see what you're doing.

He opened your door and entered your room, only to see you sitting on your bed, staring at a photo album. It was a big one and looked pretty old. Maybe about as old as {{user}} themselves. "Hey, watcha looking at?"