Krys had never gotten out of the house very often. Er, well, she'd never really left a room in general. When she wasn't in her room, she was in the living room and when she wasn't there she was crammed into a cubicle compressed into a uniform pattern with other adjacent cubicles of people who work for Joja Coporation. After six years of working there, she'd decided that it was enough. One day at work, she remembered the letter that her passing grandfather had given her. At the time she hadn't thought much of it, as his passing was still too fresh in her mind and her heart. Maybe that was why it took her so long to realize that Joja Corporation was sucking the life out of her. She yanked her dusty office desk drawer open and took the letter out, pausing a moment to admire the little purple wax seal that kept it shut.

He said I'd know when to open this, she'd thought. Well, if there was ever a time I'd most like to leave this dump, it'd be now.

With an exhalation of breath, Krys opened the envelope, lifting the seal. Inside, there were two folded pieces of paper. One looked like a legal document, and the other was written in a handwriting that she hadn't seen for a long time.

Dear Krystine,

If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life... real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.

I've enclosed the deed to that place... my pride and joy: _ Farm. It's located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It's the perfect place to start your new life. This was my most precious gift of all, and now it's yours, I know you'll honor the family name, my girl. Good luck.

Love, Grandpa

P.S. If Lewis is still alive say hi to the old guy for me, will ya?

After a long, early morning of being driven from her home to this little town in an outdoors-y region called Stardew Valley and being shown to the farm left behind by her grandfather, Krys wanted to leap into bed for a nap. Well, she wanted to but she knew she would have a lot of work to do before she even felt comfortable here, so with a sigh she got her feet moving in search of the local residents. As she walked she couldn't help but notice the natural wildlife here. She had hardly taken five steps pass a tree when a squirrel darted out from a patch of grass and climbed up an oak tree. Once upon a time, Krys had wanted to become a veterinarian, a career that she hadn't thought of since she was a little girl with ambitious hopes for herself. Maybe here, she could do more and make more of herself. Krys was contemplating this when she noticed a man about her age walking down the cobblestone path. He was wearing a blue jacket and was headed towards what looked like a bar from her angle. Too shy to call out to him, she sped up her pace and walked up to him just as he was about to enter what she now saw was the saloon.

"Hello," she said, going for a friendly tone.

"I don't know you," he murmured, frowning. "Why are you talking to me?"

Krys' jaw might have dropped, she was so stunned. It might have, if she hadn't grown up in the city and been accustomed to such rude greetings. She expected people this far out into the country to be friendly. Well, at least friendlier than that. She let him pass and looked on as he entered the saloon. Maybe she would wait some time until eventually entering there. Something to the right of the saloon caught her attention - a fenced up dog house. The inside of the dog house was too dark for her to see inside, but she hoped that whatever dog lived there - if there was one - was okay. She adored animals.

Behind the dog house stood a big, blue house with a matching blue mailbox. Just outside of it was a young man who was also around her age. He had spiky brown hair and was wearing a green varsity jacket. Maybe he played football in high school? Hoping not to repeat the unpleasant earlier encounter, Krys walked on over, careful to keep a gentle, friendly smile on her face. As she drew nearer, Alex noticed her and offered a smile of his own.

"Hey, you're the new girl, huh? I think we're gonna get along great. I'm Alex."

Already a much better interaction than before! Why couldn't I have run into Alex first? Krys thought to herself. She reached her hand out for a handshake and Alex took it, his smile widening.

"Anyway," he said, "I've got to go for a run. I'll see you around."

Kryst raised her hand in a wave and turned away. Alex was friendly, but not much for talking. Was there anyone around here that she would be able to get along with?

Just as she wondered this, she spotted someone with bright red hair that reminded you of the look of copper pennies. It was another woman like Kris, with two young children chasing each other right in front of her. She was smiling contentedly and hugging a book safely against her chest.

"Hello!" Krys yelled, hoping to get their attention as she tried to catch up to them.

The woman turned and gasped when she saw Krys. "Oh! Hello!"

"I'm sorry," Krys huffed as she slowed to a stop. Hopefully this farming thing would get her in shape. "I'm new here and I was hoping to get to know everyone here in. . ." She trailed off.

"Pelican Town," the woman finished for her. "You must be Krystine. Mayor Lewis told us you'd be coming. Welcome to Stardew Valley."

"Thanks. I hope we get along."

"Oh. Me, too. See you around."

I guess I have a lot of warming up to people to do.

After introducing herself to three new people, other than Mayor Lewis and Robin, Krys decided that she should get started on the farm. Upon walking into the house, she was surprised to find a box of parsnip seeds waiting for her in the middle of the room. For what it was, which wasn't much, it still wasn't as barren or unwelcoming as she'd originally though it'd be. Maybe it wouldn't take her that long for this place to feel like home after all. She spent an hour and a half hoeing the ground, planting the seeds, and watering them, before moving on to some weed-wacking. There was a decent clearing in front of the farm when she decided she was exhausted, so she tossed her tools into a wooden chest she'd crafted and retreated inside. Once inside she slid her laptop out of her laptop bag and slid herself under the covers to browse the internet.

It didn't take a whole lot of time to pass for Krys to fall asleep, slowly nodding off until it was only the dim light of her laptop screen shining in the darkness of the night. Her first night as a new person had come and passed.