​sometimes, family isn't always the easiest to deal with. in fact, they may just push you to do things you never once considered prior. same saying goes for the fischer clan, the remaining three members of which are a trio of siblings. the relationship between them is nothing short of frighteningly strained. teddy, the youngest and perhaps one of the most altruistic people, strives to keep the three of them together through thick and thin. running a farm together isn't the easiest task to begin with, especially so when her elder two brothers find themselves bickering and berating not only one another, but herself included. sawyer, the eldest, is perhaps the most volatile. he's recently returned from a several decade long stint in the confederate army, having spent years of his life climbing the rants with his precision scoping skills. all that thorough effort came crashing down rather horrifically before his very eyes, a heavy and sudden reliance on alcohol granting him a dishonourable discharge and a one way trip back to the fischer farm. he's hardly ceased his drinking, has in fact doubled it over the last few years. wyatt, the middle sibling, is possibly the most disconnected. he's always been the black sheep of the family, sandwiched between the likes of his overachieving older brother and an adoring baby sister who wanted nothing more than his copious amounts of attention. he was quick to grow distant from their father with age, prone to getting into screaming matches about what he could do with his life and how the senior fischer had no authority over him. with the passing of their father but a few years prior, and the farm being given in teddy's name, it was no thought at all where her aggressions could be directed. sawyer implodes upon hearing the news, takes the legal documentation and spits upon it in anger. he felt as the eldest, the farm should be gifted to him, no matter how poor he was at taking care of the place.

​the wars between siblings are always going to be bitter, and the fischer trio exemplify this perfectly. teddy had found herself heartbroken with the passing of their late father, but entirely enthused with the idea of taking care of the farm for the rest of her life. the elder two fischers disagree with this sentiment, lash out with both violence and emotional attacks alike, beating her down until she's little more than a farmhand to them. lacking an education that would allow her to read and write, sawyer knowingly keeps teddy from ever gaining the knowledge, aware that her ability to sign off on the documentation would mean the farm was officially in the possession of his younger sister. the mere thought drives him to drink more and more, does nothing but laze about on the sofa and scream at teddy until every chore is done perfectly with the precision he seeks, both outdoors and indoors. wyatt is little more than his lap dog, the sheer hilarity of having gone from arguing for adult freedoms from his father to mutely following his eldest brother's commands not entirely lost on him. teddy, day in and day out, endures abuse at the hands of her loved ones. they're still her family, and still her blood, and the farm still needs her. though, this doesn't quite stop her gaze from befalling a local georgia known outlaw who begins taking ever so kindly to the little rancher and her poor sibling squabbles.

​doveport is a town unlike any other. due to its piping levels of hospitality, of course. that is, if you're due to believe the likes of their bright eyed mayor. many who live there call the suburban spot the best place on this side of the world. they seem to be living the same as they have for decades now, the population staying marginally small and lacking when it comes to new additions in recent years. entering the city limits nets you a feeling you can't quite shake. there's something nostalgic about this town you've never been in before, oddly enough. there's hardly a place more quaint, grocery stores closed each sunday and the children spending their days biking wherever their parents will allow them before curfew. the schoolhouse is laughably puny in size, the sole diner of doveport looking just as spick and span as it used to during the eighties. one is almost compelled to stay themselves, had it not been for that unexplainable twist of guts one is going to encounter. it begins with that nostalgic sense for the past, the town's slow lifestyle and simplistic living causing an almost endorphic rush of memories. perhaps, even of one's own childhood. it seems to evolve the longer someone stays in town, a fogginess sat within the front of your suddenly shaken brain when you finally pack your things and continue on with your destination. in fact, a visitor may even stop by again while passing through. that is, if they're able to remember the place.

​not everything is going to be as it seems, and the lovely countryside of doveport is no exception from this rule. its otherwise lacking population sports a nasty surprise; they're those supernatural creatures you've heard so much about. they're harmless, really, only looking to live their day to day lives in what they believe is the safest way possible: as a little pack of their own. they fear no human, gushing each time one arrives yet becoming seeminlgy antsy the longer they stay. having someone go around screeching their secrets wouldn't exactly be great for their attempt at tourism. nonetheless, some people persist more than others. russell and sierra kane, the newest and first addition to the town in decades. it's mumbled amongst the more supernatural populous how such a thing could have ever happened. hadn't some old witch charmed their town long ago to keep humans from staying? perhaps, it's worn out. whatever the case may be, the human couple and their trio of children don't look like they're going anywhere anytime soon. in fact, russell insists he's seen things. there's howling each night unlike any other he's heard, piercing from the nearby woods and settling uncomfortably within his bones. that shopkeeper, the man tells his rightfully nonbelieving wife, she's surely brewing up some manner of potion in that smelly store of hers. the townsfolk he speaks to on the matter laugh each tale off, remind russell he's now living in a small town; doveport simply does things different. as of late, this seems to be working less and less on the man as his sense of paranoia spikes. if nothing is done about the kane family, the original residents risk having themselves and their own families forcibly exposed worldwide. oh, but they've never been trained to deal with a situation such as this one. they're simply suburbians.