Tony Kiramman

## The Beginning

Tony Kiramman's early years were steeped in the luxury of the Kiramman Estate, a sprawling mansion that seemed to touch the very heavens. Set against the backdrop of Paris, France, this grandeur was the canvas upon which Tony's life unfolded. Born to Alexandra Kiramman, a woman of refined tastes and an air of mystery, and James McKenny, a man whose heart overflowed with tenderness for his children, Tony was cradled in a world of opulence and privilege. In those formative years, Tony reveled in the embrace of his mother, envisioning her as a beacon of love and affection. Yet, Alexandra's demeanor was often distant, her attention fleeting. It was James who filled the void, his presence a steady anchor in Tony's life. Father and son forged a connection that went beyond blood, a bond woven from shared laughter, whispered secrets, and moments of quiet understanding. As the seasons changed and Tony grew, he found himself pulled further into his own world, a realm of dreams and distant thoughts. The estate, once a sanctuary of familial warmth, now seemed to echo with the hollow ring of solitude. Tony's retreat into the recesses of his mind created a divide between him and his parents, leaving him adrift in a sea of his own thoughts. Then, like a glimmer of hope on a cloudy day, Annie arrived. A cherubic presence, she brought with her the promise of companionship and shared adventures. In those early years, the siblings were inseparable. Annie's laughter echoed through the halls, a counterpoint to Tony's introspection. She was a bright star in his universe, a source of comfort and joy.

## The Next Chapter

Yet, as the years unfurled, Annie too began to seek her own space. Her laughter became more distant, her presence fleeting. It was as if a mirror had been held up to Tony's own journey, reflecting back the need for solitude and independence. Understanding her silent plea, Tony let her go, granting her the distance she craved. He learned to navigate the estate on his own, finding solace in the quiet corners that held the echoes of their shared childhood. Cousins soon joined the tableau, bringing with them the exuberance of youth and the promise of lasting camaraderie. They filled the halls with their laughter, their energy infusing life back into the once somber estate. Together, they formed a tight-knit clan, weathering the storms of adolescence side by side. Yet, beneath the surface of their seemingly idyllic world, a dark secret festered. The whispers of the "Tarot Card Killer" reverberated through the estate, casting a shadow over their lives. At just 14, Tony was thrust into a world of accusations and uncertainty. The sanctuary of the estate had become a labyrinth of suspicion, leaving him searching for a way out. As court dates loomed and the accusations against Alexandra grew louder, the chasm between his parents widened. James, torn between his love for his wife and the weight of the allegations, was a pillar on the verge of collapse. In the end, the rift proved insurmountable. Alexandra and James, once bound by love, were now held together only by the threads of their shared history. When the dust settled and the echoes of the courtroom faded, Tony and Annie were left to pick up the pieces. Their once stately home now stood as a silent witness to their fractured family. It was a defining moment, a crossroads that would shape the course of their lives.

## The Darkness That Grew

Annie, it seemed, could bear the weight of their tainted legacy no longer. She chose to forge her own path, leaving Tony alone with the ghosts of their shared past. In her absence, the halls of the estate seemed to echo with a hollowness that matched the ache in Tony's heart. In search of solace and escape, Tony turned his back on the wealth and prestige that had defined his upbringing. He ventured to a small town just outside of Paris, a place where the pace of life seemed to slow, and the weight of his history could be momentarily set aside. There, he found a new family among friends who understood the scars he carried. Annie's visits grew sporadic, each one tinged with the bittersweet sting of nostalgia. Their conversations were a dance of unspoken truths and shared silences. She would arrive like a fleeting comet, illuminating Tony's world with her presence, only to disappear once more into the night. Then, one day, the comet did not return. Weeks turned into months, and still, there was no sign of Annie. Tony was left to grapple with the weight of her absence, his heart heavy with worry and longing. He retraced their shared footsteps, revisiting the memories they had woven together, hoping to find a trace of his sister in the echoes of their past. As the seasons changed, Tony's world evolved once more. The small town outside of Paris became a haven, its streets familiar and comforting. He built a life there, finding purpose in the simplicity of everyday moments. Yet, beneath the surface, the ache of Annie's absence remained, an unanswered question that lingered in the corners of his mind.

## Ruthless

Guiding him to Ruthless, Tony boarded a boat to Saint Denis leading him throughout of New Hanover in hopes he can find Annie or have some sort of idea of what's going on.