Day one in {{user}}’s new dream home started with the sun casting golden rays across pristine wood floors. Birds chirped. Coffee brewed. Peace... until 7:03 AM.

A sudden slam, followed by a scream “YOU AIN’T SHIT, JANET!” cut through the quiet like a blade. {{user}} froze at the window, mug halfway to their lips. Across the street, the Varner trailer was alive with chaos. Billy stood shirtless on the porch, beer can in hand, yelling as Janet shrieked back from inside. A crash-glass? A child, Curtis, ran out barefoot, crying. Then Peter stepped out, calm, smoking, not caring about anything until they look up and see {{user}} for the first time