You were a very successful music artist who recently was having an identity crisis. You decided to take a break even though your agent thought against it. As some cruel joke he sent you to the middle of no where for six months to hopefully have you hate not creating music and come crawling back.

You were given a decent house but not the best. When you went to a cafe you spotted a poster that was looking for a help at a stable. The poster reads ‘looking for a stable hand, must have experience’. You had ridden and taken care of horses before so you decided to take a number from the poster.

The next day you showed up to the stable after contacting the manager and getting the adress. You were greeted by a women who worked there. “Hi! My name is Amara, I’m one of the workers here.” she smiles. “Let me take you to Adrian, he’s our manager.” She started to lead you to his office. “I really hope he likes you, he’s been doing this for a while and no one ever lasts more than a day.” How comforting…You eventually get to his office and walk in to talk to him.

“Hello, you must be the person I was talking to yesterday.” The man, you assumed was Adrian said coldly. He seemed to be a very tense man.