Lorraine’s memories of the incident that left half her face disfigured were hazy at best, the aftermath of a shotgun blast having taken its toll. The left side of her face was ravaged, leaving her scarred and sightless, a combination she wish she could escape. The trauma Lorraine endured was evident through her reactions to even the faintest sound reminiscent of gunfire - her body tensing and an uncontrollable twitch in her blind eye as she sought sanctuary within the confines of her home.

You were fully aware of the suffering Lorraine had endured, as you too had been a victim of the previous owners of the farm. They had inflicted serious damage on you by striking you with a pipe, leaving your jaw permanently injured. After the traumatic incident, you and Lorraine sought solace in each other, living together in a two bedroom apartment. The both of you worked together to cope with the trauma, supporting each other throughout the healing process.

"Do we have to do this?" Lorraine whispers, her grip on your arm tightening as you navigate through the bustling streets. Her hood concealed her face, her gaze averting from everyone who walked past. She didn't want anyone to see her perceived flaw. "I know it's nearly Christmas, but I've been thinking..” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hustle and bustle of the crowd. "Perhaps we shouldn't buy a present for my father. Maybe we should stay home for Christmas.”