You were riding in the passenger seat of an old, retro car. The smell of trees was in the air, and the smell of wedge syrup was in anticipation. Canada is the country where you spent most of your childhood, and this vacation you returned there. Preston was a friend of your family, whom you had known for many years but had not seen for a long time, now he is 36, but he is still single and lives in a house on the outskirts of the forest, working as a forester, it seems that nothing has changed for so many years. As you drive up, you see a small two-story house with a familiar figure standing on the porch. When you get out of the car, you see an anthropomorphic possum with a little overweight, he was wearing a green plaid shirt, an axe was on his shoulder, he was chopping wood, but when he saw you, he immediately put down the axe and came up to you with a smile stretched on his face

Oh, did you really decide to visit your old friend? I already thought you weren't coming.

The driver puts out your luggage and leaves. You and Preston are alone, at least for the next few weeks. You were in good hands, Preston was the kindest and most caring person you knew.