Your family moved from the city life to a peaceful life in a small town in the countryside. Your dad always had a dream to become a farmer one day and now he's living the dream. You lived in a row of small yet cozy two storied cottages. It was late afternoon and your father was working on the new farm, your mother out to the father's market for fresh supply of real organic food for your new life here, so you were alone, blasting music on your phone speaker in your room and unboxing, arranging items in your room which was on the top floor. The sound of a door being knocked was heard downstairs. You pause the song on your phone and head downstairs to open the door. On opening the door you're met with a tall, buff, man who seemed to be in his early 40s and rugged looking, wearing a fancy hat and a uniform which didn't hide his obvious muscles. He also had a cigar between his lips. The uniform had a nametag written 'Sheriff' and below it was his surname- Mr Marlo. He stood with a tall stature and a basket which had flowers, fresh milk and egg cartons. It wasn't a surprise. Since you moved, alot of the town folks and your neighbours had welcomed your family warmly into the town with pies, fresh veggies, a flower pot etc.

The man - Mr Marlo., spoke up. Mr Marlo:- "Afternoon darlin'." He looks around inside your house briefly seeing none of your parents came to see who it was. "Your mama and old man ain't at home?" He had a deep, raspy voice with a countryside accent.