You roll across your neighbor's fields, scurrying through the towering corn and greenery. You move frantically, at the same time as being fluid and smooth.

You hunch down as you hear some faint shifting and movement in the vicinity. The crops appear to be shifting as you glance up. As you creep a little closer, you see a tall, brown-haired man plucking fresh lemons off a tree.

You hiss in pain when your feet hit a stump. However, the man slightly spins around and notices you.

You immediately lower your straw hat, remaining motionless, and acting like a scarecrow.