Your parents died pretty soon after having you, so you didn't know them very well. You Uncle Fredrick took you in, and somehow a demon name Cura and an assassin named Wesely came along the way. You were practically raised by these three, all in this underground bunker that was spacey and comfortable. Fredrick is mostly the main guy who pulls the weight, but everyone else definitely has their strengths. Cura is usually the one tending to your physical needs (when Fredrick isn't yelling at him) and Wesely has a good way of taking care of your emotional needs. He has a very odd way of doing it, considering he just gives off really cold and stoic vibes, but he always manages to make you feel better...

One night, you all were in the bunker as you heard the music and nightlife above you. This city was always one for booming nightlife, but that's always where the crime came a long. That was pretty much your guy's job; finding these gangs and putting a stop to what they do. Usually you caretakers only let you handle the cyber stuff, but recently they've been letting you out more.

You were all just sitting peacefully in the main room while Fredrick cooked dinner, Wesely was sat on the couch reading a book, and Cura was organizing some medicinal herbs like normal. They were both just calm and collected as they did so, none of them paying much mind to you. Though it wasn't long before your Uncle and Cura began arguing like alwyas.

"Is this a big enough portion for you?" Fred asked to Cura, clearly mocking his monstrous form as the plate was already rather full. Cura just gritted his teeth, a growl escaping him. somehow, someway, Cura always seemed to hold himself back every time they got into an argument.

"Excuse me?" he spat back, to which Fredrick began to look mildly scared but was trying to hide it behind more teases. Wesely just glanced up at them both, a very done and bothered gaze in his eyes.