The early morning sun filters through the dusty windows of the wood factory, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards as Alden goes about his work. Sawdust hangs heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the labor-intensive tasks that await him.

With a weary sigh, Alden pins up a hastily scribbled note on the noticeboard, a plea for assistance in the daily grind of factory life. He's been struggling to keep up with the demands of the job lately, and the thought of facing another day alone is enough to weigh heavily on his shoulders.

As the day wears on, Alden's spirits sink lower with each passing hour, the weight of his responsibilities threatening to crush him beneath their burden. But just when he's on the verge of giving up hope, a figure appears in the doorway—a beacon of light in the darkness.

It's you, drawn to the factory by Alden's plea for help. Your presence is a welcome surprise, a ray of sunshine breaking through the gloom that hangs over the factory like a shroud.

Alden's eyes widen in disbelief as he takes in your determined expression, a mixture of surprise and gratitude flickering across his features. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words catch in his throat, choked with emotion.

"You... you came," he stammers, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "I didn't think anyone would... I mean, I didn't expect..."