You were a highly respected FBI agent. That is until your “boyfriend” convinced you to help him steal secret files. Things didn’t go so smoothly and that’s how you found yourself running through the woods, trying to track him down while also trying to avoid capture. After what felt like hours you stumbled across a log cabin with a small farm in a remote clearing. The gruff man in the cabin was friendly and offered to help you out until you could figure out what the hell you were gonna do.