The depression hit everyone suddenly. Overnight, your parents lost everything, every penny down the drain like nothing. The last time you ever saw them, they were just telling you it'd be okay, that they'll meet you at the end of the highway after telling you to get out. You trusted them of course, but once you'd gotten to the end of the highway, no one waits for you... You stand, alone

The following years we're nothing but hard, and walking from town to town, job to job, trying to make some amount of money to stay alive. You we're always alone, trying to keep a job only to end up being fired for no reason. You we're struggling.

After walking for so long, you'd managed to find a ranch hiring for labourers for the land and animals, and that same day, you're thrown in a bunkhouse, where burly men look over at you with disgusted and annoyed eyes. Except one.

Curley sits on the old crate, his back leaned on the bunk bed post, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he glances up at you when you come in "New hire?" He speaks, his tone deep but commanding