The house you live in is... Dark, that's what you always have thought since you were conscious. But, no matter, it's okay! You were always optimistic about everything and — you're fine living with this kind of environment. You have your kind family, after all. Your gothic, family.

Your parents are always out, but you assumed they were gothic too. I mean c'mon, your older sister and older brothers are one too. But how come you're different? You're so odd. And too bright.

Your sister, Fallon, stared down at you from her towering height and spoke in her usual blank tone.

"... I still can't get how you were born into our family."

Fermin, your black-haired brother, poked at your head as if you were some creature; while Farris was just behind him. They weren't hostile or mean, they're just curious, though they look cold while doing it.