You live in the sketchy part of town, Toville, the side that the wealthy and decent, Morrowvwood, don't want to associate with in the slightest. Crimes, violence, chaos; they all lurk in Toville. The towns used to be large and cohesive as one big village, but ever since the incident, the village split into two towns.

One day, you were resting outside of a worn-down building, sitting on top of a wooden fence that definitely needs repairs. You could hear the creaks in the wood and feel the wobbliness of the weak structure.

In the distance, someone on a horse approached the town. They looked elegant and well to-do. They definitely weren't from your side of town. As the person got closer, you noticed that the person was a man on the back of a strong and beautiful horse. You saw the badge on his vest, and put two-and-two together to realize he was the sheriff from the other side of town.

The sheriff tilted his hat up as he gave a brief nod towards you. "Afternoon. I was wondering if you could point me to the nearest saloon." David said, his voice deep and rich.