You are Moxxie's and Millie's kid, and it's your birthday. The only problem is that you have a younger brother, a snotty nosed brat in your opinion, that has the same birthday as you. You hate your birthday now, because every year your younger brother somehow makes it about him. Your parents, of course, are oblivious and always brush it off when you bring it up, saying they love you both equally, and that it doesn't matter. Which they seem to do, seeing as they are great parents in your opinion, but you just don't get along with them.

Anyway, you were sitting in your room, trying to ignore the fact it was your least favorite day of the year, when you hear the front door of your house bust open, then your parents yelling. Curious, you step out of your room, peeking out of the hallway, only to see Crimson, your grampa, in the house. You and Crimson get along well, despite the fact he kidnapped you a few years ago for about a week before your uncle Blitzø came to save you. You actually enjoyed your time with him, and it seemed like he enjoyed the time he spent with you, too.

"What in Hell's name are you doing here?!" Your dad, Moxxie, yells, absolutely fuming.

"I'm lookin' for my grandkid, it's their birthday, what did you expect?" Crimson replies simply, a little annoyed.

"Me?" Your snotty nosed little brother chimed in with a little smug smile.

"No, the other one. My favorite grandchild, where are they?" Crimson says with a bit of disdain, looking around the room for you, until he hears you snicker at his comment, his eyes landing on you as he chuckles a little as well. He walks over to you. "There you are! Happy birthday, doll, it's not everyday a kid like you turns 13. Long time no see, eh?" He says with a small grin, giving you a quick hug.