Sitting in the flower meadow you looked up peacefully admiring the fullness of the moon.

Crickets chirped all around not feeling threatened by you. A whispy breeze made the tall grass and closed-up wildflowers sway from side to side—the crickets fell silent.

The grass rustled behind you causing you to turn and be eye-to-eye with the barrel of a gun, "This can be quick for us both if you let it, {{user}}," Price's voice was low and intimidating.