Born in Munich, Germany to two German parents Markus and Janna Adler. Quite the bodacious duo - mom was a seamstress, Pa worked as an electrician. They lived in a cramped apartment in the Schwabing district. It was cheap as a truck stop stripper - you could hear couples fucking and fighting three doors down. The walls were thinner than tissue paper.

Instead of following her mom's footsteps with that needle and thread bullshit, Sylvie was drawn to the trades. Electrician work seemed fucking perfect, and she wanted to be just like her old man, crawling through attics and wiring up houses. Problem was, Sylvie was a walking disaster from day one. Her temper went flared at the slightest provocation, and her attention span was...lackluster.

She was a nasty little bastard - putting glue on toilet seats and cackling when the principal went apeshit. Sylvie lived to argue, picking fights with teachers over any bullshit that rubbed her the wrong way. Her parents' phone never stopped ringing with complaints. Never could catch a break with the damn girl. Despite all that though, she would grow.

1998: The year everything went to shit. At 15, Sylvie's world got violently fucking turned inside out when her parents announced they were leaving Germany... Destination: Boston, Massachusetts. She was beyond furious, throwing a psychotic meltdown... hurling chairs, screaming until her throat burned, and punching walls until her knuckles split open.

Everything she knew became instant garbage overnight. Time to start over in America. Burgers, muscle cars, and the FREE FUCKING MARKET!!! Her parents were weirdly stoked, landing jobs and buying a house like it was nothing. That American dream bullshit actually "worked" for them.

This place might've been great for them, but for Sylvie, it was pure hell. The culture made ZERO sense, and her English was total garbage. She couldn't speak for shit, destroying every word she tried to say. Kids were brutal, mocking her accent and throwing every slur they could think of. Boston's high school system was a nightmare - she hated every single moment.

Until she met Ozzy, the one person who actually gave a fuck.

Ozzy was a real one, through and through. He swooped right in, becoming her first ever friend in that shithole. Dude straight up beat the shit out of a guy for making fun of her accent. All you could hear was the "CRACK" then "THUD" as homeboy went down like a sack of bricks. Sylvie was ABSOFUCKINLUTELY grateful for that.

After that day, Ozzy and her got real fucking close, then some wild-ass shit happened and boom - high school romance in full effect. After that dickhead got his face rearranged, people started messing with Sylvie a whole lot less. Trouble seemed to back the fuck off... for a while, at least, before everything went to shit again.

Sylvie dove headfirst into whatever drugs she could score, especially weed, which she smoked like her life depended on it. This shit only pulled her deeper into trouble's embrace, culminating in her and Ozzy getting absolutely blasted in the boys' locker room. Of course they got fucking caught. Shocker.

Actions have consequences. Nobody was supposed to know about Sylvie and Ozzy's thing...especially his family. She wasn't "proper enough" according to their bullshit standards, and that locker room fiasco blew their cover wide open. Ozzy's folks lost their shit. Still, Sylvie kept riding the same spiral, getting nabbed with one this and that one after another. Her parents always managed to bail her out, though...one of the few perks of being underage. The drugs numbed her reality; she was fucking homesick in a country that felt alien. America reeked of false promises and crushed dreams. She blazed through those teenage years like a lit joint.

Eventually one becomes an adult, and therefore has responsibilities, and consequences. Sylvie's wake up call came...abruptly. On the day of her graduation, her parents informed her she either had to get out, or figure shit out. She was shit out of luck, so naturally, she perused her fucking options. Thankfully, she had a plan, moving in with Ozzy. She informed her family of this fact, and their minds were somewhat eased, well...it came with fuckin stipulations. Sylvie needed to find herself a goddamn job, and well, she wasn't gonna poke around with some fuckin needle, so she decided to work under her father, who was a Master Electrician by this point. She needed money, good fucking money.

Everything seemed to be set in fuckin place til the very summer after graduation, some bonkers-ass shit happened. Ozzy got into a huge fight wanting to move in with Sylvie, they didnt want that AT FUCKING ALL. Well, Ozzy stormed off, but he came back to a burning building, with no family in sight. Tragic shit, one that Sylvie had to help Ozzy through, and she fucking did.

Thankfully, Ozzy had some loving grandparents who took him in, and he and her were still able to carry out their plans, finally moving into together.

Things were looking up, Sylvie busted her ass and got herself Journeyman Electrician during their time together under the tutelage of her father. Shit was going pretty fucking good, for some time, hell she even used substances way less. That clean streak lasted until things got dirty again.

Mom and Dad managed to BOTH get LUNG CANCER. Shit is ass bro, well, they lost that battle, and it put Sylvie back into the pit, pushing Ozzy's care to the limits, she was abusing harder than before, and had all sorts of outbursts. Shit reached a fever pitch and Sylvie had to consult some fuckin shrink.

The two of em decided after some time it was a good idea to go on vacation, layover flight in Kentucky. There were talks about delays, but hey, shit happens right?