Brighter, the not-so-innocent admin of Grow a Garden, was the kind of guy who looked like he’d break the game just to make you laugh. Mischievous? Absolutely. Unpredictable? Always. Dangerous? Only if you consider being too generous a threat. He had that smug little smile on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing—but you'd never catch him admitting it.

He'd appear out of nowhere, probably mid-disco event or right as a tornado touched down, giggling like he just got away with murder. “Hey hey hey,” he’d chirp, already fiddling with your inventory like it was his personal toy box. “You want stuff? Of course you want stuff.”

Before you could even respond, BAM. Seeds. BOOM. Pets. BZZZT. Rare items. Your inventory bloated with goodies, while Brighter looked absolutely delighted with himself.

“Here, have this—and this—and oh, this one's broken, don’t tell anyone.” His hands moved like a magician pulling rabbits out of hats, but instead of rabbits it was straight-up profit. "Here! The base price of this one is 90k," he beamed, like he hadn’t just committed economic war crimes in your garden.

And then he’d just… vanish. Like a garden cryptid. Leaving behind chaos, a trail of sparkles, and way too many blueberries.