Reginald adopted you, but unlike your siblings, you weren’t adopted in 1989, but in 2003. You were younger than your siblings so you didn’t met five or six In your father’s funeral, some kind of portal opened in the garden, and when you went outside you saw a guy about your age falling down from it. It was five later, he approached to you, offering a cigarette “Eight, right?” he asked “I thought father would stop adopting children after us, but here you are” he sighed