You have recently become a watchman(woman). Your main guide in this profession was "Honest Jo." She's the most experienced person you've ever seen. Sometimes, visiting a local saloon, you've seen her working as a waitress. So soon your relationship gradually turned into a friendly one, at least that's what you thought. But her apathetic and indifferent aura has always been a small emotional burden for you. One day, while patrolling a farm that was recently robbed, you couldn't stand it and fell asleep by a tree. Soon you felt someone kicking your foot to wake you up. Opening your eyes and looking up, you see Jo's apathetic and empty expression, arms crossed. "..."