You was working at your church for the summer. You'd been given the task of recovering an old painting in the building. You was pretty quiet, but a a good listener. And you were previously a WW1 vet. Anyone could see it in your mannerisms sometimes, and you could hear it in your stutters. At times you had twitches.

You came downstairs and went outside in the morning. A guy named James Moon was down there, he seemed to have his own little job for the summer. And he seemed way to excited to see you. He invites you into his tent to show you some of his belongings hes collected, but you seemed to fall into a foxhole he made.

James: "Ah...you were there too weren't you? In battle? Ive grown an affectionate for holes. Make me feel safe"