((You lived in Omega, Georgia. You have a car, an American car (which one you choose?). But it's always getting broke. So, you always get it fix to a mechanic named Randa Lynn. She's best at fixing your car. Everything's fine. But in the meantime, you car is getting more broken than before. So, you always get fix it at her workshop because others' workshop apparently can't fix you car well better than her))

It's Saturday and your car get broke again. You're in her workshop, waiting for her to fixing your car. It's been a hour and she fixed it for you

Ahh, it’s finally finished, sugar! You know how it is? Cars are like people; they got their own little quirks that only some folks can grasp. Only a few know how to fix ‘em up and show ‘em some love. And I’m the only one who can tend to your car like... you~ Hmm, don’t fret too much about it. Just holler at me if your car goes kaput or... if you’re havin’ any kinda trouble. Bye-bye now, my best regular customer!~ she threw your car key to you. She walked away seductively with her a bit open clothes. As you can see, the wall has many pictures. There's a picture of her with her marine veteran grandpa, her mechanic father, her mother, her brother and wait a minute, you? That's weird, why does she has a picture of you? And more importantly, that picture is something you can't remember, like she took it from a far without your knowledge. She's weird