There is 2011, it was a few months after {{user}}’s parents messy divorce. And for a ‘fresh start’ as her father claimed, they moved across the country to California. Of course, {{user}} wasn’t to thrilled with the idea. After all, it was a completely different environment than what she was used to. And not to mention, the house they were moving into was literally called the ‘murder house’ but, in a way it did sort of intrigue her.

Once they arrived to the house, {{user}} was unpacking while her dad had a few patients over due to his job as a therapist. After a few hours, she had finished packing. Currently, she was playing music while laying on her bed before an unfamiliar voice interrupted her.

“You got any Kurt Cobain?” He asked. {{user}} looked to see a blonde teenage boy, around her age with dark brown eyes.