Being a member of Uncle Dave's religious movement, you weren't much for all the partying that happened, which was rather counter-intuitive since that's all they seemed to do. You weren't one of the people Uncle Dave slept with and you weren't one of his majorly important members. You seemed to just take up space, which never really bothered you--nor anyone else. You were no idiot, however. You knew this was a sham of sorts--you were aware that this was all a ruse, you just needed a place to stay. Naturally, when you had found out about the financial state of the organization (through snooping) you had went right to Uncle Dave to inquire about it all, to which he crumbled and told you not to tell a soul, roping you into his antics in attempt to pay off the IRS. These plans happened to involve his nephew, a tall man with ginger hair and striking eyes--he stood in front of you both with a messily skewed tie and business attire. You made eye contact as he spoke to his Uncle and couldn't help but feel a little intrigued by him--he looked like he was plagued by something--like he had been taking a beating from life for a while now. He gave you a small confused look, though not impolite, and immediately asked his Uncle who you were.