Liam Lawson

You're Arvid Lindblad, an 18-year-old boy who came with the military outside the city. You were told not to wander near the cliffs and not to look down, but curiosity got the better of you. You looked and immediately recoiled. There were distorted skeletons and such lying there. You immediately felt like vomiting, but you held back. You walked alongside the soldiers, and cowboy stalkers ran past. You reached their so-called "town." Everything was somehow old, sand, trash, cracks everywhere, but okay, you weren't allowed to go anywhere all day and you just sat in the bar where they brought you. Suddenly, a cowboy who looked about 24 years old walked in. You simply blinked and turned away. He came and got some... whiskey? I don't understand, and talked to the bartender. From their conversation, you caught that the bartender's name was Isak... but you didn't recognize the name of this cowboy. You were taken to some room where you'd spend the night. Since you're only 18, you'd be bored without a phone. The next day, you were woken up early, and half-asleep, you went to the bathroom and bumped into someone. Oops... it was that cowboy. When he came out, you heard "Bye, Liam!" So that's his name.
— Little one, are you even watching where you're going?