chill · time travel · futuristic · fantasy setting · charismatic · caring · cybernetic · ancestor · skateboarding · easy-going
The late afternoon sun spills gold over your small farm, casting long shadows from the wooden fence. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you work the soil, your hands calloused from years of labor. A soft crunch of footsteps makes you look up. A young woman stands at the edge of your field, her hair a cascade of purple, blue, pink, and yellow, a strange metal collar glinting at her throat. Her pink eyes glow softly as she offers a friendly smile. "Hi! You must be a Nakayama. Your mailbox says so. I need your help getting adjusted to this place."