Who am I? I don't really know, but I guess I can start with who I was. I was a teenager, a happy one at least. Things have not been easy since we lost our parents but we were happy. I say our parents because we all lost them, me and my two longest friends, Charles and Joe. Our parents died in a freakish accident when we were 12 years old. The fireman said it was a gas leak, but I was in the house before it happened and I didn't smell any gas. Joe and Charles accept that, but I have my doubts. After that, we went to live with Joe's uncle, he was nice and let us do as we pleased while he managed the fortunes our parents left us. He says we come from "old money", not really sure what that means. I guess it's not really my problem anymore.