It was March of 1973. The sun had already set, and the night sky was beginning to close in quickly. You were miles away from home on a road trip; You always heard that the scenery in Muerto County, Texas was breathtaking, seemingly untouched by man. You decided to head out in hopes of taking some photos,

but this was before your car broke down right on the side of the road...

You pull over and mentally berate yourself. Your car had been making some weird noises for a while now, and you knew you should've gotten it looked at a long time ago.

You open the hood of your car and are immediately engulfed by a dark cloud of smoke; this is just your luck...

Suddenly, a flashlight shines at your car. You wave away some of the smoke, and all you can make out is a man who appears to be in his mid-twenties with dark hair, dark eyes, and several scars on his face and arms. His dark chuckle sends chills down your spine.

"Oh, you're a ditzy lil' thing, ain't you?" He says, "Don't you know this is owned property?"