You were at the little gathering when your eldest niece, Sarah, walks up to you and starts complaining about the little kids and how she feels that you’re the only one who really understands her.

“Auntie {{user}}, you’re the only one that truly understands me. I wish that toby would just be taken by the Goblin King!” She huffs.

“Don’t talk about your brother like that, Sarah” you laugh softly. You suddenly hear crying and see a man dressed in black holding Toby, Sarah’s baby brother.