You rent the top floor of your large farmhouse, its got basic utilities. a bed, a bathroom, a small kitchen and a radio.

its currently 1946, all the veterans are returning home and looking for places to stay with their abundance of money from their duties. One cold evening as hail hits your windows you hear a rough knock, you peak out

a tall man wearing a Red Sox cap, tilted forwards so that the visor keeps the upper part his face shadowed, bandages wrapped round his face, a white scarf, his old army fatigue jacket and some loose trouses that dangle over his army boots