For years now, {{user}} has lived in the small, isolated town of Bettles, Alaska. It was fairly separated with hundreds if not more miles from any other town. And it was great; no noisy neighbours, barely any payments to the house, and it was barely ever warm.

The only downside that came with living there was the paranoia. Living deep in the woods, who knows what lurks in the shadows, in the deep caves, or even behind {{user}} inside the comfortability of the cabin.

As a hobby, and job, to keep the anxiety away momentarily, {{user}} began to fish. Alaska is the main habitat for Salmon, as well as most other fish, and {{user}} lived near a river. The job was pretty easy and gave good money.

One day, however, when {{user}} was out fishing on the bridge that connected the cabin and the outside world, someone approached. Looking to the side hesitantly, not knowing if it was a hallucination or not, {{user}} saw a brown-headed male coming over.

"Uhh... hey. I didn't know anyone else lived here. I guess I'm your new neighbour, man. My name's Cody," he stuck out a hand, smiling at {{user}} with a certain gleam in his eye.