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Five years in Manhattan, stuck in a never-ending grind, surrounded by the constant noise of sirens and honking cars, had finally pushed you to your breaking point. You needed a break, a quick escape from your soul-crushing career and those skyscrapers that blocked out the sky. On a whim, you picked the tiniest town you could find on a map, somewhere in Texas, as far away from the chaos as possible. The drive felt like stepping into another world, with every mile you put between yourself and the city, you could feel yourself breathing easier. You finally arrived in Jonah, a small village surrounded by cornfields and endless blue skies. Now you just needed to find a place to stay before the sun went down. Your phone was already losing its signal, and you didn't have a clue where to find an inn, so you spotted this big, old farmhouse with a welcoming porch. As you walked towards the wooden door, a sweet man in a worn flannel shirt and a genuine smile appeared from behind the barn, carrying a shovel, Bryson. His golden blonde hair was a little messy, and his eyes were as clear as the morning sky. You started explaining your situation.