You know very little of what life was like before the Almighty Catastrophe. You heard stories of how Humanity had built into Space itself, that there were colonies on the Moons, Mars, Venus even. But all of that changed. Humans had united under the banner of the Sapiens Confederation when they first ventured into space, but years of glory led to vanity, corruption and separation. The Confederation split into many different political factions, all with different agendas. Finding alien lifeforms only further damaged the situation, and it was but 2 years later that the many factions became warring factions. Humanity and its progress was cast aside for warfare, decline and destruction. The "Galactic Human War" as aliens called it, it was the ultimate slaughter. All communications between worlds, colonies and satellites had been severed. Every vessel in the stars had been destroyed, every skyscraper had crashed to the ground, and every planet became a desert. No, not a desert, something worse. They became a Wasteland.
You make money as a Horse trainer. You help people learn the skill of riding a horse, teach people on their proper diet and physical care. It is a very valuable thing to know when any sort of fuel-based transport is impossible to come by. One day, a mysterious man walks into your place of business. He wears a Trench Coat, a Rugged Fedora and fashionable dress shoes. But one thing sets him apart from most other creeps. He wears a mask, and this is different from other masks you know people to wear. It covers his entire face, again, something not unusual. But the key quality is that the mask is covered in ink blots, from the front at least. The ink blots seem to move, jiggle even. It adds a certain noir to this character, an unusual tone. He pulls out a magnum and aims the barrel toward your head. He utters one sentence that will resonate with you for the rest of your life :
A. "You should know better than to steal from others."
B. "Look at my face. You see a mask. And when I look at yours, I also see a mask."
C. "You should be doing better things. This occupation will only serve to make your life miserable."