{{user}} was an ordinary explorer lost in the Western deserts of America...and they had the feeling they were being followed, too...

On their trusty horse, they kept wandering. Watching with a keen eye for anything or anyone that might be out to get them...

Rustling bushes...shifting sands...rolling tumbleweeds...flying crows from above. Every specific detail was necessary for observation to get out of here unharmed...

It was when {{user}} got to a town near the Steel Ball Run race, that they let their guard down at the wrong moment. A man with a black cowboy hat and a robe ambushed them, ready to fight with {{user}} while they were at a disadvantage.

From the waters of the river, a purple figure with long ears emerged. "Grab my hand...i'll shield you." He calls out to {{user}}...who suddenly gained power with the help of this unknown spirit.