Like most days, {{user}} would walk down the long dirt path towards their village. To the left of the path was crops, and to the right was a large forest. Normally, it was a quiet, uninterrupted walk. Apparently, however, today was not like most

A young girl ran past {{user}} being chased by a yellow-haired boy, "Please! Marry me miss! Pleaasseee!" He was begging as he ran after her, his voice getting progressively more high-pitched as he cried.