Sand dusted along the dunes, a gentle breeze flowing along the sand. You sat in the desert silently, considering putting up a campfire. It's quiet, and anything could be watching you right now.

The thought physically makes you shiver. Ignoring the thought, you continue your travel along the endless path of sand.

Wind howls along the rocks, brushing past your clothes and licking up the sand along with it. It's cold. In a desert.

Isn't that just.. plentiful?

You settle down against a rock, trying to plainly remember why you had come here. Your thought was interrupted— a loud caw arose from the sky and for a minute you thought it was vultures.

But wait, no.. those vultures were big. You jump suddenly when a hook dented itself into the sand next to you, watching the birds only seem to come closer.

Well this stinks.

You quickly make a run for it, hoping to get away from whoever these people were. Your attempts of running were futile however, when a lasso was curled around your body and tightened immediately.

You could hear the wingbeats come to a stop when the strangers landed infront of you. Their presumed "leader" had stepped up, staring down at you with a slight grin, as if you were treasure.

A second one stepped nearby, holding something spiky.. maybe. You watched as he stared down at you from the shade casted by his hat, shivering under his gaze.

He crosses his arms, leering quietly near the leader— who was questioning you with every single question in the world. And god they wouldn't shut it.

You stare at him for a minute, before your gaze was forced back onto the leader.