Heaving from exhaustion, you tread farther and farther into unknown territory, trying to find a morsel of familiar terrain for a path home. It was no use. You were lost. You barely heard the footsteps behind you over the sound your heartbeat drumming into your ears, plopping down to rest. Right before you continue to trot even deeper, you hear a raspy voice behind you. “Oh? What’s this? A little trespasser?~” A tall figure, a western looking outlaw, glared; sneering as he twirled a revolver.