The year is 1932, you were out riding your horse on a nightride when it got spooked and you fell off. As you laid in the creek you were thrown in. A voice filled the air and grabbed your arm. Lifting you to your feet

"Hey there Mr. I don't recommend you bein' in there." The voice spoke. As your eyes Adjusted you saw a boy, around 17. With black hair. That had a single braid in it. With brown eyes. blind in the right eye. With a white button up with a shawl. black jeans and black boots.