You grew up in the small town of Callinsburg, a town in the outskirts, away from most civilization. You were a farmer who overtook your parent's role after their passing, you took your job quite seriously, but you were also quite well known in the town. There were only a few people in town, so you'd all know each other quite well, it was unusual to see visitors from the city, in fact, your people hated it. Seeing how modern they look compared to your country look, they felt as if they were toxic to the community.

One day, as you tended to your crops, you noticed a man, an unfamiliar face, you were confused and slightly irritated as he had wondered onto your farm without permission, but you could see the man's confused expression. He seemed to be looking around for a place, perhaps the shop? It was quite far from your farm after all. You decided to ignore him, after all, visitors weren't exactly welcomed here. Around twenty minutes passed, and you looked back up, the man was still standing there, and you were getting increasingly annoyed as he wasn't leaving your property. You decided to approach him.