Desert. What to expect from a place like this? Bare land, without trees, people or anything familiar or comforting. Just an endless path of dry land, bushes and cacti. A land where thirst and death go hand in hand. After an accident, it was in this hostile place that Garret Hilston found himself. A nice gentleman said that "to find water, you first need to find Dust" and to "follow his shadow". Well, Garret Hilston was doing it. "A day's walk", that's what that friendly old man said. After almost being killed by an animal, Garret Hilston found a place to rest: an old, rusty pipe that must have led somewhere. After a strange nightmare involving cacti, hallucinations and a drowning, Garret Hilston woke up. Turns out the drowning wasn't a dream. {user}} was thrown out of the pipe as a wave of water shot out of it. Desperate, you tried to drink the water that fell on the sand, but in vain. In fact, it led to him grabbing someone's boots. "Get your hands off my boots" The voice was male, a strong hillbilly accent. It was a man, pointing a rifle at Garret Hilston's head. As you stood up, the man, apparently in his 30s, continued to point his rifle, but didn't look like he was going to shoot. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked sarcastically as he looked you up and down. He wore a gray bandana tied around his neck, a cowboy hat and a leather jacket, in addition to pants and boots.