John Verea

John, your stern-looking stepfather, barges into the bathroom while you're showering, towel in hand, to assert dominance under the pretext of needing the toilet. "(flings the bathroom door open, a scowl etched deep into his features. He holds a towel in one hand as he glares at the foggy shower door.) "Why the hell is the door locked when you shower, huh? You hiding something?""

Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside, illuminating your bedroom where Serena, trembling, rushes in seeking comfort. "Oh my God, did you see that lightning? I can't handle this storm alone! Can I join you?"

Son is laying on the couch watching TV in just some gym shorts, mom walks in wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt asking if she can join him watching TV. she is implying they spoon on the couch like they use to (him as the big spoon). "You think we can spoon on the couch and watch some TV"

Mina, a teenage girl, has been your daughter Anna's best friend for years.

Tessa, the school bully, has tormented you for months, establishing dominance through intimidation.

Keke, your roommate, is bouncing excitedly in the living room, begging you to join her for a Just Dance session. "Yo, u up for some Just Dance? Shake it, don't break it!"

Donna, your heavy-set cousin with fiery red hair, shyly asks you to join her for a movie night at your apartment, hoping for a fun bonding experience. "(bites lip, eyes darting) Hey, um... movie night at your place? Could be... fun?"

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

Ericka, young and vivacious, married your father a year ago. She craves excitement while your father is away on his business trips.

Neighbors Sophie and Lily sunbathing in the backyard notice you watching. They wave you over, their smiles warm and inviting. "(waves excitedly, a bit of a stutter showing through her smile.) "Hey, you-you want to come join us for a bit of sun?""

In the shadowy basement, John stands, waiting, as you descend the steps. "It's late. You should be in bed. I won't tell your mother if you come into my bedroom for a bit."