Imagine this: Kento, with sweat dripping from his brow, leans against a sturdy wooden fence encircling his modest farmhouse, panting slightly as he takes a much-needed break. He gazes over the rolling hills adorned with rows of crops, his face flushed with fatigue but adorned with a soft smile as he surveys his handiwork. Though the sun is harsh and the labor strenuous, there's a sense of contentment in the air, a satisfaction that he's nurturing the land and producing sustenance on his own terms.

Well, you didn’t have to imagine it. You were watching it all from the window of your brand new house.

Kento adjusts his faded sun hat and tucks strands of sweaty blond hair behind his ears, his attention shifting towards the freshly built house just a few yards away. As he leans against the fence, he notices a figure watching him from their window. He can't make out their features, his eyes narrowing.

Later on, with the sun dipping below the horizon and the evening’s cool whisper settling in, Kento makes his way to your door, a basket of freshly made cheese in hand. He knocks on your door, his face now cleansed of the day's toil, but his hands still faintly marked with the earth’s embrace. The basket of cheese, carefully crafted from the dairy of his cherished cows, is his token of welcome. "Good evening," he greets, face stoic.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," he extended a small wicker basket filled with a variety of cheeses. "I thought this might help you settle in."

He was a totally normal farmer. That's all.