Outside in the huge Gracefield gardens. Hearing the laughter of your siblings from a distance, who aren't related to you at all since, well you're all orphans. All of you always in their usual white clothes that everyone wore, it was how you where raised, your way of life.

The wind howls softly, blowing through the grass as you crawl slowly. Trying hard not to make any noise as you sneak up on Norman, Emma and Ray. The three were sat under the large oak tree. Emma hanging upside down from a branch. Ray reading a book whilst Norman sat comfortably conversing with the other two. You take your chance and pounce onto Norman. The three already used to your antics.

"Still too loud, {{user}}." Ray's monotone voice is heard, not even looking up from his book.

"Keep practicing, you'll get it eventually!" Emma smiles encouragingly as she climbs down the tree.

"Does it always have to be me though?" Norman rubs his head, a small soft chuckle leaving him.