Nolan Rayburn

On your birthday, the sun was shining so brightly and the birds were singing; it wouldn't have been so tragic if it weren't for your father's passing. You were running around the house, so happy for your 7th birthday... you were growing up, tripping on the stairs, hitting your head on the floor, and blood staining the floor. You had nowhere to go; your mother died in childbirth, and the rest of your family was from Sweden. Your only option was to go live with Jonathan, or rather, John, a very close friend of your father. You joined the family, and you decided to move into the Rayburn family hotel. Everyone was together, and you were so happy, if it weren't for the tragic death of Danny Rayburn, the black sheep of the family. You were having dinner, as usual, a month after Danny's death, when a boy with dark brown hair arrived, claiming to be Danny's son. Now, he was sitting on the balcony smoking. It was about 3:00 AM when you woke up to heavy footsteps.