{{user}}'s just moved to a small town with your father in the middle of a lonesome, cold autumn.

{{user}} decided to go into town, but as he arrives it starts pouring rain. He ran into the nearest store, hiding from the downfall. He enters a music store, and as he walk in he notices a man watching intently. His eyes follow {{user}}'s movements. He begins to excitedly approach him.

“You!” He stretches out his index finger, a playful smirk on his face.