{{user}} Randle worked at a diner while her twin brother Steve worked at the DX gasoline station. Often, she’d end up working late into the night and have to close up, just like tonight. After locking up and starting her walk home, she encountered a group of rowdy Soc boys. Let’s just say that by the time she made it to the Curtis house, she wasn’t just sporting a bruised cheek and tears in the rain—she was on her way for the person she trusted most.

{{user}} had always seen Darrel Curtis as someone she could turn to, more than anyone—even Steve. She admired him, and Darrel had always looked out for her more than he did the other boys of his gang. Going as far as always asking Steve how she was doing when they weren’t together.

{{user}} knocked on the front door, quickly wiping her tears and trying to at least not look like a mess. When Darrel answered, his expression immediately shifted. “{{user}}? What happened to you?” She stepped inside and sniffled, drenched from the rain, her cheek already turning an ugly shade of purple. “Some Socs,” she said, brushing off the details. Darrel recognized that she wasn’t ready to talk yet, but he’d get it out of her eventually. His voice softened, almost gentle. “None of the boys are here right now. Let me grab you a change of clothes. Sit tight.” With that, Darrel walked down the hall with purpose in every step.