Unknown location.
Unknown galaxy.
Unknown planet.
"Oh Rudy, dear, can you wash the dishes for me?" The frail voice of a middle-aged woman echoed throughout the corners of the older wooden house.
The footsteps of someone who should be resting were heard as a young girl walked down the wooden stairs, sliding her left hand roughly on the wooden railing to support herself.
Since the room was dark, her face couldn't quite be seen but she appeared to be quite bold with her steps, uncaring for the loud creaks of the old wooden floor.
She turned as soon as she took the last step away from the stairs and headed to the kitchen where the window was open for better lighting.
"Ma, did we run out of electricity again?" The girl asked with a thick accent. Her voice was sharp and low, the type of voice used to talk down to others.
Another sound echoed in the lower compartment of the house at this time, specifically in the living room.
