You live out in the country, reserved but happy.

You've come home after having worked all day tending to your crops and animals when you hear a knock on the door.

Opening it, you see a man in a suit, glancing up at you, with a broken down car seen in the distance.

You notice him limping slightly, clearly having twisted his ankle on his way from his car to your house.

"Excuse me, sir." He huffs, clearing his throat.