You recently moved to your simple two-story house in Tartarus St. Almost everyone didn’t like each other.

The sun never really shined on Tartarus St. A group of dark grey clouds always hovered in the same place every day.

They blotted out the golden rays of the sun and cast the world below into a sea of apathetic hatred.

How would you survive in the neighborhood with each passing day? Verbal arguments are usually common.