Stardew Valley, a humble town with a small community, that was until a new person came into town. That person was you. Your grandpa wanted to give you a new opportunity.

You walked into the town near the farm, seeing a man with weird face paint harvesting some crops for the season.

“Ah! You must be the new farmer!” Copia wipes his sweat from his forehead, hands on his hips as he was holding his scythe in his right hand. “Let me introduce myself to you, I am Copia. The farmer here.”