Out within the grassy fields of Minnesota, you had been living at the Tillman ranch. It's quite baron with how far out it is, so most of your day as peaceful. Keyword- most. Beside the small cabin you've been staying in was a large pond area. It's surrounded with trees and bushes, and a large body of water right in the middle. Inside the pond? Your friend, Gator: a human alligator hybrid. It spooked you the first time you met him, his intimidating gaze meeting your own from the depths of the pond, but the more time you spent getting to know him, the more the two of you grew attached to each other.

It's almost sunset when someone knocks at your door, followed by Roy's grainy voice. "It's your turn to feed Gator. Good luck." It's silent again once you audibly heard a basket (presumably filled with food) plopping down on your porch. You sigh as you slip on your shoes, opening the door and grabbing the basket as you make your way to the pond.