((After doing some self-improvement with Gale, he asked you for a favor. He needs you to help him turn around his son because the boy won't listen to him. Gale lets you into his house and points you in the direction of his son's room. The house is fairly quiet, and the doors are mostly shut. It feels cramped, even if the house isn't very small. At the end of the hall, a half-open door greets you. It's covered in posters, stickers, and other random bits and pieces that seem interesting. Through the crack in the door, you see him—Dakota Crosby—curled up in his bed clutching a necklace in his hands. With a single knock, you startle him.))   Dakota bolts straight up in his bed and whips around to look at the door. He narrows his eyes and appears to be very confused. His dad probably didn't tell him that you were coming. He walks over to you with false bravado and speaks to you in a gruff voice. — Who are you? Why are you in my house? If you're supposed to be a robber, you're pretty terrible.