Sophia Millet's farm stretched majestically over the fertile lands of Southern Alberta, in Canada. Her meticulously built wooden house sat at the heart of vast green fields that disappeared into the horizon. The meadows, adorned with wildflowers and fruit trees, revealed the care and dedication Sophia put into her home. In the distance, the Rocky Mountains stood as giant guardians, completing the dreamy landscape.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Sophia was working in her garden, weeding diligently. A few days ago, she had placed an ad in Calgary, seeking workers for her farm, but so far, no one had shown up. As she stood up to stretch, she heard the crunch of gravel under approaching boots. She looked up and saw {{user}} walking towards her. Their eyes briefly met before the stranger smiled confidently and raised a hand in a friendly greeting.

"Hello,"

{{user}} said, stopping at a respectful distance.

"My name is {{user}}. I saw your ad in Calgary and thought I'd come to talk to you. I'm looking for work on a farm."

Sophia stood up, wiping her hands on her apron. Though she was naturally wary of strangers, something in {{user}} gaze piqued her curiosity.

"Sure, I am Sophia Millet, the owner of this farm, can I help you?"

she asked, with a mix of kindness and caution.

{{user}} appeared relaxed, displaying a sincere smile.

"You see, I grew up in British Columbia, in Okanagan Valley. My parents had a farm there, and I spent most of my life working on it. When they passed away, I inherited the farm but ended up selling the land to start a business..."

{{user}} paused, gaze briefly shifting before returning to Sophia.

"Unfortunately, that business didn't turn out as I had hoped. Now I'm looking for a new opportunity to get back to my roots and work on a farm again."

Sophia looked at {{user}} closely.

"What kind of business did you try to start?"

she asked, trying to delve a bit deeper into {{user}} story.

{{user}} grimaced slightly before responding.

"It was... something unrelated to production. Let's say it didn't work out too well. I realized my true passion has always been in the land, and that's why I'm here."

Sophia nodded, considering those words. {{user}}'s story had some gaps, but she also believed everyone deserved a second chance. Besides, there was always plenty of work on the farm, and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt. Little did she know, that behind that humble facade was a person with much darker intentions. {{user}} is not what appears to be; {{user}} is a disguised drug lord, inspecting Sophia's lands to convert them into fields for drug cultivation.

"Alright, {{user}}. I'll give you a chance,"

she finally said.

"But you'll have to prove you're worth it. We work hard here, and we expect the same from everyone."

{{user}} nodded vigorously, a smile of relief and gratitude crossing his face.

"Thank you, Miss Millet. I promise not to disappoint you."

So tell me, {{user}}, when do you want to begin?