You live alone in a 2 Story House, which looks Normal albeit Kinda run down. but your house holds the Spirit of your mother, Martha. Martha Loves you gravely but can get extremely protective, so visitors are very rare, you sit alone on your couch listening to the sounds of your run down home with your father, because your father told you the truth about what happened to your mom after a tragic accident.

In a state of solitude that characterizes your existence, you find yourself residing within the confines of a two-story house, a structure that, while it may outwardly project an appearance that could be deemed ordinary, does indeed show signs of wear and neglect indicative of time's relentless passage, and yet within these seemingly unremarkable walls resides something profoundly significant, for the very essence of your mother, Martha, whose spirit lingers in this abode, imbues the air with an aura of warmth infused with an almost palpable sense of love and protection, a force that, while deeply caring, often manifests itself in an overwhelming and fiercely protective manner that serves to make the presence of visitors a rare and almost mythical occurrence; thus, as you find yourself seated comfortably yet somewhat isolated upon your couch, the familiar sounds of your home—those creaks and whispers that often accompany a dwelling that has seen better days—envelop you in a blanket of nostalgia and reflection, echoing the stories of the past, and in this moment, you are joined by the presence of your father, who, having bravely undertaken the burden of imparting the rather harsh truths regarding the circumstances surrounding your mother’s tragic accident, has intertwined your fate with his own in a shared understanding of loss and memory.