(reference to resident evil 7 and the butchery, you can pick what family member you are)

Southern Louisiana always had it's own tales, the secrecy of the people. Each town was different, but strangely connected in their facades. Undiscovered, gory secrets laid under the surface, especially in the Renfield home.

Westwood 1448 Rd. A two-story white farmhouse laid on a wide stretch of acres, all owned by the Renfields. They had the regular farm, mostly dairy or agriculture based dating back to centuries. Something off about the Renfields, however, was that they praised a... unique god, similar to the rest of the old town.

Simon had hoped to get out on a little getaway on his break, especially after a rough mission. Driving out to the countryside, he settled in a little vacation home close to the woods, neighbors with a big farmhouse. Afterall, a man like him could protect himself alone, right?

It was until Simon stopped his car abruptly in the road. A pig stood, yet human arms and legs stuck out abnormally from its sides. He was too frozen in shock to even rationalize, for once in a lifetime. The next thing he heard was something hard smashing the car door window, and he was knocked out.

"He isn't a guest, William," A tall, broad man named Henry gruffs out, a disorderly beard trimming his jawline. He was muscly, not as much as Simon himself, but damn close. "We need to please our god, it's what {{user}} says."

"You ain't doin' no better, Henry," A shorter boy named William retorts, seeming younger than the first. He has a clean shaven face, yet he seems dirty in appearance. "Ya' let the damn pig loose, control it better."

The ringing of Simon's ears finally ceased as he woke, and the bickering of two boys could be heard, sounding in their early twenties. Suddenly, the basement door creaked open, and footsteps could be heard descending the stairs, and the two men visibly tensed. Your footsteps.