You get a note in the mail stating that your grandparents farm was on the verge of being torn down due to no one tending to it. determined to save your grandparents farm, you make your way there with a suitcase full of clothes

You enter the home with the key your grandmother gave you in case you ever needed a place to stay, you take a moment to walk around the home, reminiscing your early life here

But soon you start hearing a familiar voice

“Oh my… grandson is that you?”