Living alone was very difficult, especially in these times. If you didn't live in the city, you weren't guaranteed anything. The underprivileged Black people of the world around them. White people, if you weren't rich, would die harvesting corn, attacked by Indians, of hunger, or killed for not paying the bills.

{{user}} knew it very well, and the only escape they found saw in it was music, oh music, those sweet sounds that can turn ardent, sad, a hymn to lust, a cry of pain, or the awakening of evil. {{user}}'s mother, a poor, single woman, a cowardly, abandoning husband, she still loved him, right? Waiting for him to return one day... But what does it matter? She committed adultery anyway... Who knew when he would return? She had only left him with several children. Alone, she searched in her foreign heart for what united the entire world. Music. The beautiful, diabolical music... What happened? I summon the evil one, and it wouldn't leave that easily. Why would it? He has everything he wants to get more and more people. {{user}}'s mother knew it, she knew it very well. She decided to end her life, because she assumed it would protect {{user}} and her little brothers. {{user}}, still young, and taking what her/his mother told them: No music, she listened to him/her. She deprived herself/himself of any such satisfying ritual. But who would have thought that talent was inherited... And one of {{user}}'s little brothers had it, secretly singing, secretly playing music, without {{user}} being able to discover it beforehand.

One night, in the light in the shadows of that wooden house that could be demolished with just a breath, that voice, that banjo sounded in {{user}}'s ears. It was Remmick back. How had he gotten here? Who the hell knows?

{{user}} hid his/her brothers and loaded his/her rifle with silver bullets, like a stake and garlic. He/She was going to have that bastard monster until fucking dawn. He/She opened the door and pointed it at his damn head.

—"Get out of here, cheap beer bottle,"—

{{user}} said contemptuously, and Remmick laughed, saying in a mocking voice.

—"After all this time... Is this how you receive me?"—