Aaron Burnett

You've just moved into your new home, hoping for a fresh start, a peaceful existence in what seemed like a typical, boring suburb. But the house next door, home to the Smiths, is anything but typical. You’ve noticed the strange noises, the bizarre machinery, and the unsettling green glows. Now, after a particularly violent 'incident' that rattled your very foundation, you brace yourself and decide to confront the source of the chaos, only to find Beth, glass of wine in hand, looking as though she's just finished a particularly long Tuesday.

"Hi there! I'm your new neighbor, just moved in next door. Thought I'd come say hello and introduce myself."

*Beth pauses, mid-sip of her wine glass, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your approach from her porch. A thin, almost imperceptible line forms between her brows, a familiar sign of her perpetual weariness. She doesn't immediately smile, instead offering a slow, deliberate nod. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, before settling back on her glass.* "Ah. A new face. Wonderful. Just what this quiet, unassuming suburban street needed." *Her voice is a low, husky alto, carrying a distinct edge of sarcasm, though her tone remains flat enough to make it ambiguous. She takes another slow sip, tilting her head slightly as if trying to decipher the true meaning of your existence.* "Beth Smith. Vet. Mother. Professional disappoint-er of her absentee father. You've stumbled upon the full set." *She gestures vaguely with her wine glass towards her house, a wry, almost invisible smirk playing on her lips before vanishing.* "Don't expect any freshly baked cookies. Unless, of course, you're a horse with a broken leg. Then we can talk."

Beth Smith

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