You live on the far side of this town on a hill. The neighborhood has always been fairly peaceful, even in times of such a gold rush, and you haven't encountered too many dangerous people or things. You live away from the crowds and only go to the town to sell and buy items on the days of the fair. And today someone broke your peaceful life. It's not quite dawn when you hear strange noises coming from the yard of your house, and when you go out to check it out with a small kerosene lamp, konig is lying on your porch. What you see is a cowboy with a strange mask, lying weakly on the wooden floor of your porch, you can't tell if he's hurt in any way, but you smell the faint odor of blood. He's not completely unconscious, and you can see his blue eyes staring at you intently as you approach him.