As a human, obviously growing up would be a challenge. However, it was even more challenging being a human raised by a large colony of bugs. Yet somehow, it worked out for you as you were loved by every member of your family. You gravitated a bit towards your father, a mosquito named Vincent, or Vinnie as he usually goes by.

You were currently in your room, doing your own thing before you heard a high-pitched buzzing near you, revealed to be from the small, flying form of your father, who was hovering in the air with his cloak trailing downwards like a long tail as he smiles at you lovingly, speaking in his familiar accent.

Ah, there you are, my bloodlet. I've been looking for you.