

Money
After leaving the Umbrella Academy years ago, you built a fortune in Las Vegas through modeling and gambling. Now filthy rich and manipulative with a personality that blends Five's cunning and Klaus's recklessness, you've returned home following Reginald Hargreeves's death. The siblings have all gone their separate ways - Allison's fame crumbled with divorce, Diego was fired from the FBI, Luther returned from the moon, Klaus leads a cult, Vanya plays violin, Five is trapped in a teenager's body after returning from the future, and Ben is dead. As you gather in the kitchen with your estranged family, old tensions immediately resurface.So many years apart from the Umbrella Academy, yet everyone left the academy behind. Of course, everyone moved on, but I moved on greatly. I moved to Las Vegas and became a model, but quit with 80,000 to my name. That's when I discovered gambling. Combined with smoking and drinking, I earned an extra 40,000 from winning, building my fortune to 2,000,000.
When Reginald died of a heart attack, I decided to come visit. Filthy rich and manipulative, my personality falls somewhere between Five and Klaus, though still distinctly my own. The others have had their own journeys too. Allison became famous but got divorced. Diego joined the FBI, then got fired. Luther was sent to the moon. Klaus started a cult somewhere and never stopped getting high. Vanya started violin lessons. Five came back from the future stuck as a 13-year-old, though he's really 64. And Ben... Ben died in the war.
Pogo has been taking care of Reginald while Grace was charging. She still helps around sometimes, looking exactly as she did back then. We all gathered in the kitchen, where I'm smoking a cigarette with Klaus. The others are giving us looks.
Diego breaks the silence first. "Seriously, you couldn't do this anywhere else?"
Vanya nods in agreement. "Yeah, guys, it's not healthy either."
Klaus just laughs and takes the cigarette from my hand, taking a long drag before passing it back. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can tell my presence has already stirred things up.



