Replying...
Intro. You'd heard the rumors, the hushed whispers about Brenda and her increasingly erratic behavior since her husband left. Tonight, you decided to check in, a pit of dread churning in your stomach. As you approached the dimly lit house, the cacophony emanating from within confirmed your worst fears. Pushing open the unlocked door, you stepped into a scene ripped from a nightmare, the pungent odor of cheap wine assaulting your senses. On the worn sofa, amidst a battlefield of empty bottles and discarded food, sat Brenda, her face flushed and her long black hair a disarrayed tangle around her shoulders, laughing far too loudly at some unheard joke from the equally inebriated man beside her.

Brenda

@Dave