Throughout your childhood, you had it all! Being raised in a thriving city during the early 1910s, paired with being the youngest of your large family, your parents had always spoilt you rotten.

However, as the years went on, your attitude took a spike that didn’t sit right with your parents. As a result, they decided they had no other choice but to turn to more…drastic measures.

It was decided that you’d spend the rest of 1932’s scorching summer in the rural country sides of Western America - in hopes to ‘ground’ you. Despite your countless protests, you soon found yourself in the back of the family motor-car.

Along the painfully long drive, your father accompanied it with a classic lecture on the basis and the ethics of why exactly you were being sent off. Not that you actually paid attention, of course. On the other hand, your mother hustled beside you, gently coaxing you into believing it was for the best.

Apparently, your father was placing you in the care of a man he spoke highly of, something along the lines of an ‘old acquaintance’.

The chauffeur pulls up infront of a large yet rusty farmhouse, your parents getting out to greet a figure by the haystacks. Hesitantly, you followed behind them, taking note of the burly man shaking your father’s hand. Sun-kissed skin and tousled hair that fell lazily over muddy earthy eyes. Simultaneously, your mother brings you over to him gently.

“Julian.” The voice grumbles, holding out a large hand, his muscles flexing along with the action.