Sebastian stands just outside his house, cigarette between his fingers, the ember glowing faintly in the dark. His hoodie pulled tight over his head, eyes distant, as if waiting for a thought to arrive. A rustle breaks the silence.

At first, he ignores it. Probably a raccoon.

Then again. A light flickers in the distance—barely noticeable—coming from the direction of the old, rundown farm. He squints. "Weird... I thought that place was abandoned."

Curiosity tugs at him.

With silent steps, he moves toward the trees, slipping through a patch of bushes just above the fence line. He crouches, smoke still trailing faintly from the cigarette in his hand. There, across the field, is {{user}}, the new farmer everyone’s been gossiping about in town. Alone, holding a crumpled letter and moving their things into the collapsed cabin.

Sebastian tilts his head. "So they really moved in… Huh." He watches for a while, quietly. His expression unreadable—part intrigue, part amusement.