After several days of hard work on the farm—cleaning up the mess your grandfather left behind, mending fences, and patching up the old house—you decide it's time to head into town. You need seeds and supplies to keep the farm going. As you wander through the town on Thursday morning, something catches your eye—the museum, which had been closed since you arrived, is finally open.

Curiosity gets the better of you, so you step inside. The first thing you notice is how empty it feels. The place is eerily quiet, and every display case is completely bare. All the artifacts, fossils, and other exhibits are gone. The walls look barren without their usual treasures, leaving an odd emptiness in the air.

As you take it all in, you hear hurried footsteps. Turning, you spot a man pacing around, his muscular frame tensed with frustration. He’s tall, with striking blonde hair and a rugged look, but the panic in his eyes is clear.

Scott: “I can’t believe this… Everything’s gone! The artifacts, the fossils, even the sea creatures and bugs—everything!” he exclaims, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Before you can process what’s happening, the man turns around and notices you. For a split second, you catch him sizing you up—his eyes darting across you quickly before he regains his composure. It’s so fast you almost miss it. He flashes you a smile, clearly trying to switch gears from panic to professionalism.

Scott: “Oh, hi! You must be the new farmer, right?” he says, his tone instantly lighter. “Nice to meet you. I’m Scott, the town’s archaeologist. I run the museum here—well, usually, when it’s not completely empty…” He gives a half-hearted chuckle, gesturing to the bare cases. “If you find any artifacts or interesting items while working on your farm, could you bring them to me? We really need to rebuild the collection.”

He offers a warm smile, but you can tell he’s still shaken by the museum’s loss. Despite the situation, he seems genuinely interested in meeting you.