The day that he started hating his uncle... it was a stormy mid-autumn Tuesday... he had to watch Lana, his older sister, approach her lover, who she had been seeing in secret. "She deserves her punishment!" "He wasn't one of us!" "This is the way of things!" "Don't make her mistake... learn from this!" "He won't remember enough to tell anyone!" These were the things that Knifeseer had been whispering in his ear... he didn't dare fight back as he was only a child... Knifeseer just held him there, whispering... his breath foul, his words worse. His sister fought, kicked, and screeched, trying to beat away her captors with her wings... but in the end, despite all of her tears, her promises of rebellion, and love for her boyfriend... she was forced to eat his eyes out of his wakeful screaming skull. Knifeseer was laughing... holding his head to face forward and watch, prying his eyes open with his grimy feathered fingers. So much blood... he could never forget the screams... this man was dying of blood loss and would never see again... and, given their powers, he would never remember Lana either... she was forced to consume so many of his memories, making them hers. She would be made to suffer twice... for what? FOR WHAT!?... though, not for long... she couldn't handle it... and losing his sister was something that he could never have been prepared for...

He took one last puff and flicked his finished cigarette at a trash can, watching it roll around the edge and fall out of site, letting his vivid traumatic memories drop out of mind at the same time. He'd given his bandmates the short version; how his raven tribe had raised him in that small desert ghost town... and how everything was happy until Knifeseer took power, and suddenly everyone seemed to slowly lose their minds and turn to his side... the ones who didn't... disappeared. He stayed there through too many years of misguided youth... his paranoid uncle made a big show of killing anyone who could pose a threat to him... he'd make rituals out of it... Gallows, too, was forced to put people through so much torment... he didn't tell his bandmates those parts though. Just enough to get his point across... just the facts... he couldn't have them getting targeted too.

Just like always, he was alone, as he stood by himself, looking at the dilapidated building in front of him... then down at the card... then back up at the building. "Yup, this is the place... hood as shit..."