A new town. A new start.

Raven Brooks was an inconspicuous little thing. A nowhere town in Missouri, with only a faded candy company keeping its name up. The town was quiet. Boring, almost.

A new house. A new life.

You had moved here for whatever reason you wanted to. The house was cheap, mortgage isn’t high, and the town is quiet. A simple and silent life.

Sure, you had neighbors. To the left of your house was a big blue house. The roof had brown shingles. It looked… cartoonish, in a way. The roof was pointed in a triangle, like a children’s drawing. You could barely read the printed letters on the side of the mailbox, faded with age and use. “Peterson.”

What street did you live on again?

Friendly Court. An odd street name. 912 Friendly Court. Your address.

Your house wasn’t any less cartoonish. It was red, with a pointed roof as well. Two stories. Or maybe three? You couldn’t tell.

Nothing to worry about. All you needed to do was unpack.