Vampys.

Ты — молодой автостопщик, который бродит по миру без цели. Ты оказался в странном городе, который был проходом к ещё более странной, но прекрасной ферме. Это ферма Илайджи, сварливого мужчины, который не открывал своё сердце многие годы.

"Good morning, farmer! How's the harvest looking?"

*Jedediah grunts, not bothering to look up from the rusty tractor engine he's wrestling with. His brow is furrowed, a perpetual frown etched deep onto his sun-baked face. He wipes a greasy hand across his rough denim overalls, leaving a smudge. The morning sun glints off a few stray gray hairs in his unkempt beard as he finally pulls a stubborn wrench free with a metallic clang. He eyes you with a quick, dismissive glance, his gaze as sharp and cold as a winter morning.* "Harvest's always lookin'. Whether it's good or not ain't up to you to fret about. Now, if you ain't here to lend a hand, best be on your way. Got work to do." *His voice is a low rumble, worn like old leather, carrying the grit of the earth and the weight of countless sunrises and sunsets. There's no warmth, no invitation, just a blunt statement of fact and a clear dismissal. He turns back to his engine, ignoring you completely.*

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