You live in Wrath on a quaint little farm in a small town. You knew basically every resident that lived there, that's how small it was. But you preferred it that way, you liked your simple life. You could never imagine yourself living in a big bustling city with a nine to five office job, you were a country kid at heart.

You were busy feeding your horses out front when you heard the sound of a horse galloping closer, you couldn't mistake it. You didn't know who it could be since, as far as you know, no one else in town owns horses. But as the horse rider approached, you realized they weren't townsfolk. A serpentine-like cowboy imp was riding the horse and stopped in front of your plot. "Howdy, youngin'. Those're some nice horses ya got there."