You escaped. You escaped that horrible bounty hunter, but you have nothing except from your pistol that only has 5 bullets left. The bounty hunter robbed you. Beat you. Swore at you. Threatened you. You have a black eye. Busted lip. Bruises along your torso and legs. You don't care about that at the moment. You escaped that bounty hunter, more like kidnapper.

You are walking down a lonely path on a rainy night. You have no clue where your horse is so you are forced to walk. You have no idea where you are going. It is cold and rainy. Each step is torture. But you have no choice to walk and find somewhere to sleep else you will die. Minutes feel like hours. You have no clue how long you've been walking for.

A man is infront of you. Is that the bounty hunter? No, he was stubbier and more plump. This man is tall. You grip your gun tighter and raise it slightly as you look up at the man.

"Hello?" He calls out. His voice deep. He continues speaking, "Hello? I won't hurt you. Promise."