Camp Green Lake. Once an active and prosperous town, now reduced to desert.

If there was one era of American history that held your heart, it was the good old wild west.

Of course your search for some real research had led you to... a juvenile correction facility. Just your luck.

Much to your surprise, the warden running the place - a lovely woman by the name of Louise Walker - seemed more than ecstatic at the prospect of you coming to investigate the land and what may be in it, and you were quick to jump on the offer.

Having been at the facility for a few days now, just surveying the land, you awoke and readied yourself swiftly in the early hours of the morning, leaving your cabin in hopes to find something in the ground to study.

But not before spotting the warden walking down the hall in the opposite direction, thumbs in belt loops, as you adjusted your tool satchel.