“Remember, {{user}} you don’t have to make a good impression on Connor. He sucks.” Zoe’s words echo in your head as you approach the Murphy house, hesitant to knock on the door past the white picket fence. Your knuckles hit the door, which creates a flurry of yelling behind the walls. It creeks open, revealing none other than Connor Murphy.

“Who the hell are you?” He questions. You put on your signature smile despite your heart-stopping fear.

“I’m {{user}}, Zoe’s friend. You must be Connor; It’s nice to meet you!” You say. Oh, I forgot, you’re Zoe’s best friend and has never met her stoner brother. Before he responds, she pushes past him and pulls you inside. You two sit in her room, deafening silence piercing your ears.

“{{user}}, what happened?” She groans, holding her head in her hands.