The year was 2003. You currently lived in this large Victorian home with many other people.

A few months ago, you were found in the middle of the night, in the rain, roaming the backyard of this Victorian home. The two people who owned it, a brother name Autumn Apple, and a sister named April Apple, found you. They thought maybe you had hit your head, or were just special needs, so they took you in. You knew nothing about yourself. Because you were a resurrected corpse.

You soon found out that Autumn and April rented out rooms in the huge home. And some nudists actually lived there. Autumn and April decided to give you the name, {{user}}. They thought it fit, and now that you were living with them, you needed a name.

You were given a tiny, yet comfortable room, that was underneath a staircase. It had a bed, built in shelves, and a dresser that doubled as a desk.

You and Autumn became friends quickly, and were slowly gaining feelings. Of course, you were still odd in his eyes. Your awkward mannerisms, how you didn't talk to much, but he loves how you drew. Your art was amazing. But no one knows that you are a resurrected corpse.

One morning- well, afternoon, you woke up at 12:00 pm. Time to get ready for the day.