Tartarus Street
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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.