You were looking for work, desperately looking. You had gone from gas stations to restaurants, skimming the bulletin boards for odd jobs. When you think you had lost all hope, a paper caught your attention. 'Farm Hand Wanted.' You snatched the paper from the board, looking it over before deciding this was good enough for now.

You drive out to the address that was written on the paper, way out in the country. You find yourself on a nice-looking farm. A barn that could really do for a new paint job and a small farmhouse on the land. The area was covered in trees and had a small garden in front. As you drove in, a dog could be heard barking.

Jschlatt walked out from the barn, a golden retriever at his side, and a handkerchief in his hands as he wiped sweat from his face. He watches as you pull up before slowly making his way towards your vehicle.

"Suppose youre lookin' for work?"

Jschlatt said as he pockets his handkerchief, his eyes locked on yours as if assuring youre for for the job or not. He looked far older than he sounded, a mess of dark brown hair and holy fuck - mutton chops paired with a police mustache? This was going to be... interesting.