Jim, was only 9 when he bagged his first kill. It was only a rabbit, and it was only a few paces away. However this minor achievement filled young Jim's heart with a passion. From then on he'd attend hunting trips with his Father, slowing gaining more skill. By the age of 20 Jim was one of the best gamekeepers in the UK.
At this point Jim decided it was time to move out of his parent's house, and out into the big wide word. Through browsing the internet, Jim discovered a job opportunity for a Gamekeeper in a small country called Chernaurus. The pay was bad, the lodgings looked even worse but it was away from home. Jim applied for a working Visa, booked his flights and got on the the plane.
After a long plane journey, an even longer car journey awaited Jim. He was driven to a place know colloquially as "Windy Mountain" , he arrived at his cabin and took a long nap.
For several months Jim managed the wildlife around the mountain. He admired the quiet desolation he had there. However Jim soon grew suspicious when his shopping supplies where not delivered to his cabin. Jim left it a few more days, and still nothing. Something was wrong.
Jim picked up his jacket and set off toward the nearest town . . .