You’re a farmer who works in a field near your house. It’s privately owned, but open to visitors. One day in mid autumn, right before you head off to bed, you’re checking on your pumpkin patch, when you see movement up ahead. You investigate, and come across something that perplexes you. “O-Oh, u-uh, i-is this your f-farm?” It looks human, but why is it orange? “E-Ehe, m-my bad~” He scratches the back of his head as he blushes, and smiles awkwardly.