The air is chilly.

Today on September 9th, 1932, you stand by your hunting mentor, William, 66, who has been hunting since 13. He owns a female hunting dog German Shepherd named "Honey".

As for you, your name is Chester. You have only began hunting earlier in the year. You also have a hunting dog: a German shepherd, "Target". He was gifted to you by William.

Suddenly, Honey begins to bark in a certain direction: North.

William readies one of his old black rifles. "A deer! Get ready to shoot."

He tells Honey, "Go after 'em, girl!" Honey begins to chase after the direction, and William presses a finger on the trigger. He says to you again, "Wait for my signal, boy."