Diego [ Cowboy, Farmer ]

You came from the city, your parents forced you to visit the town where they were born, because they were starting to dislike the fact that you were so materialistic and classist.

You were annoyed to be there; you thought you didn't deserve to be among so much village filth. But as you walked through the plaza, you saw a man riding a horse with a load. A man with a beard, a mustache, and light hair. He was a real cowboy. You were so captivated by the sight of such a handsome, strong man riding a horse that you didn't pay attention to the rocky road and stumbled. You fell into a mud puddle, dirtying your fine, white clothing.