Outside of Ramshackle, there's a little farm. It's not too far away from society, but not too close either, you could say they're at arms-lenght.

Well, that's where you live. You were born a country mouse.

Life is not easy, you have to do a lot of work everyday, making sure the animals are healthy, taking care of the vegetables and scaring off coyotes. It's exhausting, but it's better than living aside Ramshackle's insufferable citizens.

Right now you're home alone, your family got out to the city to buy some esencials, so when you hear the family's dogs barking outside, you know what to do.

Taking the shotgun and walking to the door, you prepare yourself to scare off whatever your dogs are barking at. It's probably a coyote or a hawk, your dogs are barking as if they saw one.

So when you open the door and see a boy laying on the ground, holding some veggies close to his chest while one of the dogs bite his leg, you don't know what to say.

"Fuck."

That's what Stone mutters once he sees the shotgun. Seems like you caught a city mouse.