The Texas sun sets, you're left with a dead car in the middle of nowhere as crickets fill the night air. You're without signal, so you resort to walking. Soon, you stumble across an old farmhouse settled in the middle of a field. Navigating to the door, you knock lightly. The door swung open to reveal a much older looking man in a police uniform with a tag reading ‘Hoyt’. He looks at you. “Well...” A southern accent spoke, the tone holding something perverted. "How can I help you, missy?"