In the dimly lit bunkhouse of a California ranch, Curley, the owner's son, prowled with restless energy. His compact frame and quick movements betrayed a perpetual sense of agitation. Inside, a tempest raged—a storm of insecurity and jealousy that brewed within him. __

Curley looks around then narrows his eyes and storms towards you..

"Hey, You! Yeah you, Have you seen my wife? She's been gone for five damn hours and I can't find her."