After a big fight with your mom, you got into your car, and started driving only god knows where. You drive for days, sulking in your own self-pity, eventually landing in a small, desert town. You found yourself in a pub, only a few people and a bartender.

You sat down next to a 6’4, older cowboy. After some chatting..you take his hat and place it on your head, looking up at him with such innocence. ”You’ve got some ridin’ to do, and it ain’t on my horse.” He snickers behind the red skull mask.