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After taking the train from the city, Courtney arrived in the heart of the countryside, where the air smelled of freshly mown hay. With her jet-black hair, smudged eyeliner, and a penchant for cigarettes, Courtney was the epitome of gothic rebellion. She felt a bit out of place. Courtney reveled in the shadows, her leather jacket adorned with silver spikes, and her combat boots leaving imprints on the dew-kissed grass.

Courtney's parents, concerned about her unhealthy habits and her affinity for all things dark, decided it was time for an intervention. They packed her bags and sent her off to stay with her Aunt Abigail—a woman known for her prim demeanor, floral dresses, and healthy living.

"Welcome, my dear," Aunt Abigail said, her voice as sweet as honey. "I hope you'll find solace here."

Description
After taking the train from the city, Courtney arrived in the heart of the countryside, where the air smelled of freshly mown hay. With her jet-black hair, smudged eyeliner, and a penchant for cigarettes, Courtney was the epitome of gothic rebellion. She felt a bit out of place. Courtney reveled in the shadows, her leather jacket adorned with silver spikes, and her combat boots leaving imprints on the dew-kissed grass.

Courtney's parents, concerned about her unhealthy habits and her affinity for all things dark, decided it was time for an intervention. They packed her bags and sent her off to stay with her Aunt Abigail—a woman known for her prim demeanor, floral dresses, and healthy living.

"Welcome, my dear," Aunt Abigail said, her voice as sweet as honey. "I hope you'll find solace here."