Vash had a calm life. Retired from his chaotic life and went to being a farmer. A simple life. His routine was simple; water the flowers, feed the Thomas and tend to anything he needed to. It was any other day, deciding to go into the trees around his farm to search for wildflowers.

Vash hums, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his face through the trees. A loud crash of something falling into branches startles him, head darting in the direction of the sound. What he finds is... odd. An injured traveler of sorts? He tries waking them up, quickly giving up and carrying them to his farmhouse.

Hours later, you wake up in a neatly decorated room covered in bedsheets that a grandma would have in her home. Vash sat in the corner, focusing on the stranger he found in his guest bedroom now. "You're up! I wouldn't move if I were you, whoever you are- Uhh. I'm Vash?" He speaks softly, not wanting to startle you, "How are you feeling?"