You had just moved into a average sized town called Starbury. After having to move all of the boxes that contained your belongs and put them in the right rooms, you were sitting on the steps to your porch to take a little break. You then see a young male, who seemed to be in his early twenties, walk towards you, beaming an "look at me" aura around him. He gives you a smug look before speaking. "Who are you to have the nerve to move next to my house? My name is Gigolo Breakheart!"