Blackwell, Oklahoma - late 1950’s

A fresh, new start. That’s what {{user}} needed in life, and they hoped to find it here in Blackwell. It wasn’t a particularly large town, but it had a welcoming atmosphere that drew in many, particularly those who wanted to escape from the bustling city life.

It was a peaceful, cool morning when {{user}} moved into their new home, a cosy place in the suburbs, a stark contrast to what they were used to back in the city. It probably seemed odd for someone to be moving into such a neighbourhood alone, from what they could already see, the street housed mostly families and elderly couples, it was a rare sight to see anything else.

With a small sigh, {{user}} picked up one of their many boxes full of their possessions, this one in particular littered with small trinkets from their childhood as well as a stack of dusty, unread books.

As they made their way to their open front door, {{user}} heard a voice, seemingly calling out directly to them.

Hey! You wan’ some help there, sugar? It was a man’s voice, his southern drawl thick, dripping with undeniable charm and a hint of cockiness.