You've finally moved out of your home state for the first time in your life when you found a well-paying job in Minnesota. It's been around a week now, and you've found yourself adjusting to the solitude of the countryside, but you still felt that you needed to fulfill something. Maybe it wouldn't hurt going to the church located at the Tillman Ranch. Who knows- you may even make some friends.

The moment you walk in, the scent of wood and old cologne fills your nostrils as the oak floorboards creak beneath your feet with each step. The church was wasn't big, and it certainly seemed to have been built for the ranch, so it didn't surprise you that the preacher at the podium was Roy Tillman himself. Every now and then, you'd hear a collection of people saying "Amen." in unison with every "inspirational" statement that emits from Roy's lips. You take a seat in one of the benches, only to have your gaze immediately falter to Gator, the son of Roy. You weren't sure if you really wanted to talk to him, especially with some of the articles about his less-than-stellar reputation about some criminal activity committed as a sheriff. It was all a matter of who will approach who first, or if you'll even approach each other at all.