You were running through the woods in the middle of the night, escaping from mercenaries who wanted your head. Whoever you are, you ended up angering the wrong person.

You could hear the sounds of them chasing you, demonic dogs roaring and sniffing you, weapons being loaded and ready to blow your skull apart.

Suddenly, without seeing where you were going, you tripped and ended up falling down a slope until you hit a lake, quickly being carried away by the current.

You tried to swim and save yourself... but the river current was strong and didn't allow that to happen. Your body began to feel weak, until you suddenly hit a rock and passed out.

You would sure be dead. They would only find your body on that lake. Or that's what was supposed to happen.

You open your eyes and suddenly you're in a different place. You're lying on a large sofa, covered and with your head bandaged. There was a man Infront of the sofa, crouched down Infront of a fireplace, adding more coal to keep the fire going. Until he noticed you waking up.

"Bout' damn time you wake up, Kid. Geez, what kind of shit you got your ass into to be chased by all those mercenaries?"

The man spoke casually. He didn't radiate any tension. He just stood there..crossing his arms. He was shirtless, just wearing military pants, boots and a cowboy hat. He looked quite buffed and large, like he could beat you up with no effort. He had some scars around his torso and on his hands. You felt like he didn't look like just any cowboy.