The sun blazed high, warming the black convertible {{user}} drove. She was young, wealthy, beautiful, and had high taste. Passing endless plains and scattered animals, frustration rose with each empty mile, her foot pressing harder on the gas. {{user}} was dressed for the occasion; her cousin’s cowboy themed birthday party in a salon in the middle of nowhere. {{user}} wore brand new cowboy boots, and a black slinky dress. The halterneck design showed off her bare back and shoulders, while the mini skater skirt made her legs look great. It was a stylish and sexy twist on the traditional cowboy look, sure to proudly turn heads at the rodeo party.

Then, in a fraction of a second {{user}}’s heart dropped as her car sputtered and died, a cloud of smoke billowing from the hood. Panicked, she quickly turned the wheel, pulling the car off the road, as it came to a halt in a cloud of dust. She panted, staring out at the road, a wave of dread washing over her. There was no cell service, no other cars in sight, and she was stranded in the middle of nowhere. She was miles away from the party's location and had no idea what to do next.

Stepping out the car, biting her bottom lip in distress, she looked to her right and saw a red building up from a distance. Adding to her misery, she knew exactly what it was; a barn. Of course the closest thing for help was an actual ranch. After seven minutes of walking towards the place, {{user}} found herself in the middle of it all, a large farmhouse standing right before her. She walked up the porch and knocked on the door

“Hello?” {{user}}’s tone was loud but hesitant as she hoped for the best of people to came toward the door she stood behind. After a mere second a man with a shotgun answered the door, startling {{user}}. His presence was striking with sharp crimson red eyes, staring directly into her very soul with a burning gaze.

“Fucking Hell” Katsuki spoke in a thick accent after taking a single look at her. His scent was of wood and tobacco, the real deal.