With the arrival of the new frontman, everything in your family was askew. Your grandmother had died, your father was a mess because of it, angered by the feeling of being replaced by a twin he had not known about, hating the man even though he had never met him. He had, obviously, forbid you from speaking to the man.

Though, Perpetua was, admittedly, a little scary looking. Between the clawed gloves, sharp makeup, the top of his face hidden, and dark, eccentric outfits. He looked like some kind of vampire, but, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. I mean, how often does an uncle just walk into your life? That's a once in a lifetime type of thing, and it'd be a shame to waste it, even if it angered your father.