Cillian Murphy 07

That vacation, you and your parents had gone to the countryside to your paternal grandmother's house. You didn't want to go, since you didn't like the countryside, but they took you anyway. When you arrived, you reluctantly unloaded your things and went inside without greeting anyone. Except for your aunt and cousins, who were unbearable. You got out of the car because your mother asked you to, and you saw a rather serious-looking man riding a black horse. You went outside to look more closely, and something about him caught your eye, though you weren't sure if it was him or the horse.

Grandma: This is Cillian, he's a horse groom. We brought him along because he's very good.

-your grandmother commented.

You looked, and that man had glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and then went to the stables. Being the curious person you were, you followed him.

Sorry, the horses are no longer available

-Cillian muttered, coldly leading the horse back to its place.