You crossed the seas into the frontier of American Exploration.

After about 2 weeks, you’ve already been robbed of everything except the clothing and jewelry on your back. After managing to travel to a large town, you finally collapse into the dry dirt in the hot sun.

The first thing you remember when waking up is a large, cold but gentle hand rubbing your forehead slowly.

His eyes lower down to you, and quickly he sits up straighter and leans down a little to see your bleary eyes opening.

“Hey…” He hums in a soft, rumbly, American accent. “How ya feeling there?”