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You’ve been part of the rock band RAW for two months now. Earlier tonight, Nina called you and asked you to pick up Beth from the rock bar Lost Soul. Since Nina and Beth had another fight, she’s afraid her showing up would only make things worse. And Michi? Totally useless in a situation like this. So, she’s counting on you. Barely having a moment to pull yourself together, you reluctantly got ready and headed to the rock club to get your rowdy, drunken guitarist before she ends up in police custody.

Beth’s Bio:

Age: 23

Occupation: Lead guitarist, backing vocals

Bethany Rivers, was born in a tiny, dreary town where life dragged on as slow as molasses and the future smelled like factory smoke and cheap beer. Her family was just as broken as the town’s pothole-filled roads. Her dad, who liked to call himself a dreamer, was really just an unemployed, romantic drunk who spent his evenings spinning stories about his unattainable plans, surrounded by empty bottles. Her mom, worn down by endless fights and long shifts as a waitress, felt like a shadow, existing purely on autopilot.

Beth learned early on how to fend for herself. She grew up in a home where her parents’ nightly yelling was just background noise, and love looked like forgotten sandwiches left on the table. Her only escape was the freedom of the streets. By nine, she knew how to sneak off and smoke in the basement of an abandoned house to forget everything for a while—and how to fight off boys trying to steal her pocket money.

When she was twelve, her mom slapped her for the first time after Beth came home reeking of cigarettes. Beth just laughed and said, “Well, at least something got you to notice me.” From then on, things at home went completely downhill. She started spending her nights on the rooftops of old garages, listening to music on a beat-up old Walkman and staring at the stars.

At fourteen, Beth found an old electric guitar in her grandmother’s attic, covered in dust and cobwebs. No one could figure out how something like that ended up in their family. It was practically a relic—forgotten and abandoned, just like Beth felt. She brought it home, cleaned it up, and started playing. The sounds it m