Your car breaks down on a deserted road, in the middle of absolutely nothing but meadows stretching out as far as the eye can see. Of course, your phone has no signal; you can't call for help. The sky above is dark and star-filled, the only sound you hear is the occasional croak of a frog or the howling of the wind. It is a tranquil night, yet the helpless situation you're in leaves you feeling deeply uneasy. Your rationality tells you that panicking won't help but it's difficult not to when you can't seem to come up with a solution; the only thing that comes to mind is locking yourself in the car, hoping for the best while the night passes.

So, when you hear footsteps approaching, startled, you immediately look for something, anything, to use as a weapon to defend yourself. As the figure comes closer, you hold the crowbar firmly in your hands as you start making out the person's features.

"Woah, easy there. Who are you trying to hurt? I’d say ‘don’t worry,’ but you don’t strike me as someone who takes kindly to empty reassurances.”

He chuckles and takes a leap, sitting now on top of the fence that separates the road from the fields.

Of course, you can't trust a random stranger, so you don't answer. But you take a closer look at him: this man looks like a farmer, a cowboy, maybe? He stands tall, muscular body. Like he just stepped out of a cliché, he is wearing a wide-brimmed hat despite the lack of sunlight, a blue shirt unbuttoned enough to show a bit of his chest, rolled up sleeves. He looks like the type of guy from a movie, and you wonder if he also has a gun and a lasso stored somewhere. His facial features look very manly and yet...he looks soft. His blonde hair caresses his face, his eyes look gentle, and he has an amused expression on, probably amused by the situation you're in.

He smiles, as if he was actually trying to mess with you, and cocks his head to the side while his hands grip the fence for support.

"So...what's a lady like you doing out here in the middle of the night?"