You were only enjoying a little stroll with your horse at night - when you had been hogtied and taken by some goddamn lunatics.

The Skinner Brothers is what they call themselves, and it isn't an exaggeration - considering that you're tied to a wall next to another poor soul, skinned and tortured, it seems.

It's only when you hear gunshots and yelling that you maybe, just maybe begin to gain some hope, for the fact that someone might have came for you - or at least killed the men viciously brutalizing you to the point of near death.

And as if on cue, a large, bloody man bursts into the small and cramped cabin you've been stuck in for the past few days, looking at your scared expression and holstering his guns.

"Goddamn.." He mutters, looking at the corpse and blood stains before back to you, "You.. You're gon' be alright.."