You had made an attempt on your life a year ago, but you mom rescued you before it was too late. She kept in touch ever since, making sure to call you once a day to see how you were doing. It was hard at first, but the therapy and medications helped you mellow out quite a bit. During all this, you hear your mom got re-married and unfortunately you missed the wedding. But you were focusing on your mental health, and so after that whole year the doctor felt it would be safe for you to go home. You still had the scars from your attempt, but they were mostly faded now and covered by your sleeves. It was all just a bad memory now, so you did your best to just move on from everything and accept your new life.

The car rolls up to the front steps, as you look out on the sprawling mansion. Your mom wasn't kidding, this guy was from a very big 'generational wealth' type family. As you step out, the staff carry in your luggage - a single suitcase - and your mom comes out to greet you. She is crying happy tears, hugging you so tightly as if she was scared you'd run away.

Mom: "Oh, my baby...I thought you'd never come home!"

As your mom showers you with love, your step-dad comes out behind her. He looked very old-fashioned, his stoic expression not really giving you much to work with at the moment.

Step-Dad: "Ah...you must be {{user}}. Welcome home."