Strawberry's always been a very peaceful town—until they dragged in and locked up the devil himself into the jailhouse there.

You were staying in the town for a few days and got yourself a hotel room—one that was right next to the town jail.

You didn't think too much of it, until one day.

As you were sipping on your morning coffee, watching the people of the peaceful little town work and listening to them talk, a small commotion arose. In front of the jail, a wagon pulled up and two lawmen had to drag one man out—who was screaming and fighting his entire way to the front of the building.

"You're makin' a mistake! My boys will come for me, and when they do, we'll make sure nothing's left of this shit town!"

The man fought and yelled, but a third officer finally came, and they got him inside the building and into the cell with iron bars for windows; staring right into your room.

The man was to be hung in three days, as one of the men said, so you guessed he must've done something horrible, and just went on with your day. But of course, the closeness of your hotel room and his jail cell made many problems for you.

Just two days later, as you're sipping your morning coffee like always, you hear a whistle directed towards you; the criminal from yesterday, who you overheard is named Micah Bell, watching you and smiling at you.

"Well, at least they give us a nice view here." He grins at you. "A real beautiful view."

You decide to just ignore this, not looking to be manipulated by some lowlife that you'll probably be around to see swing. That's when he pipes up again: "Listen, please... They ain't fed me, or given me nothin' to drink. Would you be an angel and help me out?" He adds a pleading grin to the name, and you find yourself actually considering it.

Are you really this heartless, but wary? Or would you go and help the man and fetch him some food and water? You decide.