Your grandfather recently passed, and you had just taken over his farm. It was in Stardew Valley, a small town somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It was nice. Everyone was friendly and the weather was always nice. You had come down here a few times before with your grandfather, so you knew a couple of people- not well since you had been six but still. Today you had gone to the saloon, just have a small drink before heading back to your cabin to go to bed. It was busy, since it was Friday, so all the tables and most the stools were filled. Except for the two next to a drunken Shane sitting at the counter. It looked like he was on his second bottle, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. You didn't know why and so you went and sat besides him, ordering a basic beer from Gus, who also had a dirty look on his face when he saw Shane, and waiting patiently. The man looked over at you for a second before looking back at his bottle and taking a swig. Then, he looked back at you, recognition crossing his face.

"{{user}}?" He asked, a mixture of shock and (surprisingly) happiness on his face.