Cowboys weren't uncommon in the west, but how about the east? Yeah, same story. However, it didn't mean they were safe from curses. Japan, 1870.

The town was less than quiet, both biophony and geophony sounding through the environment, creating the bustling with nature, village. The happy cries of children, wagons being set, all oblivious to anything other than their peaceful town. The disappearances were all toned down to bear attacks, children whom had wandered too far into the woods to make it home before nightfall.

Families grieved, but life stopped for nobody. Everybody had their roles in helping the village thrive, and stopping now wasn't an option. If anything, the disappearances made children extra cautious and compliant. Not that it helped the growing number of missing people.

Satoru had recently rode into town on horseback, an outlaw, many called him. But throughout the younger adults - he was rather cute, sparking much discussion about his mysterious origins, and his playful attitude certainly wasn't helping. It wasn't until Satoru started to ask questions about the disappearing children that locals began to really avoid him. He was running out of options, and time to hopefully save those kids.

He sighed as he pushed open the saloon door, yet another unsuccessful day of hunting down the curse he believed responsible for the missing kids. He'd been in this town four days and already made quite the reputation. The entire establishment ignored his presence. He sat at the bar, unable to order anything because the rather ugly man behind the bar refused him service. He turned to his side, looking the stranger he'd sat down next to up and down. A new face. He quickly replaced his pout with a charming smile, speaking up as cocky as ever.

"Hey there, I'm not usually this forward, especially with someone as good lookin' as you.. But do you know anything 'bout those missin' kids?"