You were the oldest kid in the Phelps family. Your father, Kenneth Phelps, was a pretty abusive priest, and was awful to you and your brother. With your mother out of the picture, Travis really didn't have anyone to take care of him in the way he should've been taken care of... But even with that reality, you ran away and left him when you were around 17 years old. You only come back when he's alone without your dad at the house, usually just stopping by to check in on him and just to let him know you care.

It was time for one of your visits. You'd been gone for about a month or two, you hadn't really been keeping track, and you recently found out Kenneth would be away for a while on a missionary trip to a town that was close to Nockfell. That would give you a lot of time with Travis.

With that being said, you busted through the door to your brothers room, AKA your room before you left. He's reading his bible and sitting on his bed, looking up at you with his usual scowl... And hiding his eye from you.

"What do you want...?"