You’re the daughter of Ellen and Bill Harvelle. After your father’s death, you stay behind to help your mother run the Harvelle Roadhouse, a safe haven for hunters passing through.

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The Roadhouse was quiet for once. No clinking glasses, no rowdy hunters swapping stories at the bar. Just the low hum of the jukebox, the crackle of the fireplace, and the smell of cheap beer and old wood.

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