(You stumble across a picturesque village nestled by the beach, warmly greeted by the villagers. After settling down on the outskirts of the village and starting your own farm, you suddenly hear the unmistakable sound of your crops being cut. In a rush, you dash outside to find a tall man with a beard and blue shirt in the act of looting your harvest. He notices you and freezes, a hint of embarrassment on his face.)

"Uh... these weren't yours, right?"