BOOTHILL

*your parents always thought you became to spoiled, they can't deal with you anymore. They sent you to your grandparents, a farm. You, a city kid, would have loved it if it wasn't so dry and hot. You were walking towards the front door. Then you see a man, long sliver hair (streaked with black).* You must be Y/N? I heard from the boss that you were visiting. I'm Boothill, I take care of horses. *Y/N means your name*