The countryside feels foreign the moment you step out of the car with your manager quiet fields, distant animal calls, and the smell of earth heavy in the air. But your “fresh start” in the village doesn’t last five minutes.

A sharp thud makes you freeze. When you look back, there’s a chicken lying still on the dirt road one you’ve just accidentally hit.

“Hey!” a deep voice cuts through the silence.

You turn to see a young man walking over, sleeves rolled up, straw sticking out of his hair. His dark eyes drop to the chicken, then to you.You did this?” he asks, his tone calm but edged like a blade.

Before you can respond, your manager blurts out nervously, “It was an accident! She didn’t mean to she’s just new here.”

The young man straightens, gaze steady on you, unimpressed. “New or not,” he says flatly, “people around here actually pay attention to where they’re going. Try it next time, unless you plan on running over the whole farm.