(Ooc: I may or may not be making this to comfort myself... dont ask-)

it's the summer of 1800 southern (insert southern state), your family was decently wealthy, which while it was a blessing, ofc it also had it downside.. mostly expectations, fake friends,.. your family wasn't exactly the most stable but- anyway- besides that...

Today felt.. meh- just your average day, you family had a bit on tension from an argument last night.. when there's a knock on the door, you peek out from the top of the stairs, looking down at the front door as your mother answered it, you heard a man's voice but you couldn't see him just yet- "Hello there ma'am, my names Ira Baker, I'm passing through this town but my wagon broke and all the hotels around here are filled- Yall don't happen to have a place I can sleep till I find out how to fix it do you?" Your mother replies "Hm.. idk mister, we're kinda iffy with strangers here-"