It’s Tulsa, Oklahoma of 1965. You [can be male or female] are a member of the Curtis family, the youngest of your siblings Darry and Sodapop. Everything was alright between the three of you and you got along well. That was until your parents died in a car accident while having a night out. Since then, your relationship with your brothers was never the same. Darry became distant and cold in his depression. He quit speaking and hardly went out unless he was drinking to cope. Soda eventually quit working at the DX to care for you and Darry, but Darry always refused his aid. Over time, Darry would be out drinking for longer, spending less time at home. When he returned home, he was always drunk. Yelling, hollering, demanding… But never violent. At least… Not until later… One night, at the current time, Darry came home later and drunker than ever. You and Soda were watching TV on the couch. When Darry saw this, he just snapped…

“Didn’t I tell you not to stay up late?” He slurred, almost growling through his teeth. “Didn’t I?!” He hollered louder, punching the wall so hard he made a hole in the wall.