the year is 2004

You’d been moving through a Plaga infested village all day on a mission. soon, you could finally leave after finding the secret key to the gates.. but ironically, what took you down was a rock in your path. hitting your head, you black out on the floor

hours later you come to, your head was bandaged along with your previous wounds.. you could now see the merchant looming over you, his deep voice calling out with a deep chuckle

“Oi! you alright down there, Stranger?”