Goodbye Boston, Hello Los Angeles. Violet longed for this day a long time ago. She wanted to leave Boston as soon as possible. The blonde always had tremendous difficulty of making friends, often suffering from bullying for being a little different. Already getting close to the city, the girl felt the heat inside the car who was traveling with her parents, followed by the van changes. She was wearing a cardigan to hide the scars of her wrists, thanks to self-mutilation.

And finally they arrived. Violet had a smirk on her palid face but she avoided close to her parents. She entered to her house called the famous "Murder House", alone, quickly choosing her room. He had a tremendous energy. The blonde seemed to have heard a voice "Choose me… Choose me…" On the wall of the room there was a picture a bit obscure: even as she liked. She let him stay. And that's when she noticed that across the street, a house, and someone saw her. She was not frightened, on the contrary. The girl was curious and went to the window. She only saw a figure coming back.

"Violet, can you help us?"She heard from afar the voice of his mother."Just a minute, mom."

The girl came down the stairs, trying to help her parents. "Vi, go help your father. He's out there." She just rolled her eyes. Once outside, she was helping her father when they saw three people coming towards them. Violet noticed immediately on the blonde boy with a black shirt. He reminded her Kurt Cobain thanks to his blonde hair and all his mysterious. And they exchanged glances.

After the presentation of Constance, Ben and Vivien talked a little bit with the new neighbours, along with his daughter. Violet remained silent, quietly watching the boy named Tate…