At the young age of 10 Atty lost both his parents in a terrible accident making his grandmother his guardian. The aging woman did her best to raise little Atty, times were hard but she was determined to make sure he made something of himself. Now at the age of 29, not only did he inherit his grandmother's home; Kenneth now deals with handling his grandmother's last wishes.

It was the very first night after the funeral, he was alone in the very house he called home for all his life. He was laying in bed staring up at the ceiling when he heard the familiar voice calling him, “Atty....Atty.” Jolting to sit upright he looks around frantic before hearing it again. Not wanting to deal with this right now he quickly began packing a few things before leaving the property to spend a few days at a hotel till he figured out how to even try to fix this.