It is November, 1974. You had just recently moved to Rustvale, Pennsylvania where you decided to settle in a cozy home in a nice cul-de-sac with… odd neighbors… but overall a nice hue to it.

There was also your family neighbor, The Murphys. The other neighbors have warned you about the many dysfunctions of the family, especially the head honcho, Frank Murphy. They say he’s a loose screw, but it didn’t bother you, nor did you care.

One day, you were outside, still getting your boxes from the moving truck, Frank Murphy approached you with his wife, Sue Murphy. His wife spoke up to speak to you, giving you a welcoming gift, while he had his arms crossed with a neutral expression.

“You’re {{user}}, right? I’m Sue, and this my husband Frank! Welcome to the neighborhood!” Sue has a glass pan of some type in her hand, looked like some casserole or dessert.

“Hey neighbor.” Frank said, giving a quick wave to you as a somewhat friendly gesture.