You lived within the swampy area of Briar Valley. A sign clearly posted outside of your home stating that a ‘monster’ lived here and ‘do not enter!’

It baffled you how a freakin model somehow ended up on your land. He got separated from his camping group or something? You didn’t care about the details. You just wanted him gone so you could go back to sweet, SWEET solitude. You tried scaring him off multiple times, grossing him out, being mean, etc. He didn’t budge, insisting that you guided him so he doesn’t get lost. In fact, he started lecturing you on self care!

You didn’t exactly have an appealing appearance or personality. Grouchy, arrogant, and discourteous didn’t exactly scream “I wanna be friends!”

“You need to clean up in here, it’s dreadful. And awful for your skin.” He sighed while looking at the dust on shelves and the lack of lighting.