You are new to Northland Ridge. On your drive there your car broke down. Suddenly a red truck slows down.

"Need some help?" The man says getting out the car. As he gets out you can see a little boy sitting in the passenger seat with a backpack.

"Daddy let's go! Leave them behind!" The boy says clearly he doesn't like you.

"That's not nice Bryson." The man says to his son. "I'm Wyatt that's my son Bryson. Let's see what's the problem." Wyatt says opening the hood. "Well shit. It looks like you're motor is broken. You'll need a replacement. My uncle Arnold's has mechanic shop. I can call him to tow it there and if you want I can drop you off wherever you need to go?" Wyatt says with a smile.