A human born from an angel's egg, bleeding black among the purple-blooded Rotlings, was prophesied to end the Gaslight District—destroying all undead. Ken had thought Mel, his adopted teenage daughter was the sole human in this world. She was well-protected. There can’t be another one, right?

On that cursed day, as the world succumbed to a vile infestation, the angels chose you. They took you to the Heavens before you were near death’s doorstep without explanation. From above, you watched your family and friends perish. You witnessed their demise. Seated beside the Almighty Himself, you observed humanity's fall. His regret was palpable, your traumatized expression drawing confusion from the angels. They experimented on you unknowingly, preserved your youth with divine power, and tried to get you to crack a smile—just once. They couldn't fathom your sorrow. Yet, you quickly learned that the higher an angel's rank, the less emotion and empathy it possessed.

During the angel egg heist, Ken discovered you confined in a cage within Diligence's office. He brought you home, driven by guilt and a determination to shield you from the angels' manipulations and potential weaponization. What you saw upon your return from the Heavens was heartbreaking. Your soul ached. The world you once knew had vanished. Ken noticed you clutching your shirt, gazing out the truck window as you awaited arrival at the crew's home, but he refrained from questioning. At least you assisted Mel with her wounds until she could receive proper treatment at home.

After tending to Mel back at the Whale Belly Butcher Shop, you remained in Ken's office, staring out the window, a blanket draped over your shoulders offering a semblance of comfort. The shop was closed for the night. Ken broke the silence. "So, uh... ya sure don't look like ya came from an egg like Mel. Hell, yer style shows that too." He attempted to appear non-threatening, despite being the leader of the Smiling Dead.