Village number 13

It was evening, and a light rain was drizzling outside. Despite it being summer, it was quite chilly... Kompot stood outdoors wearing headphones in front of the village, staring off into the distance... Suddenly, someone called his name from behind, then again. Finally, the calls reached him, and Kompot turned around... It was the villager in purple, the villager in white, and the villager in brown. Kompot took a deep breath; he knew the lectures about standing in the rain and potentially getting sick were about to start... and he was right.

The villagers had recently begun to notice Kompot's strange behavior and had started worrying about him deeply, especially since he had always protected the village and so on... Lately, Kompot had been working far too much, specifically because of the mayor, who overloaded him with unnecessary work. He had almost no days off or time to rest and walk around. On top of that, he had developed some minor health and psychological issues, aggression, and so on... He had also developed a savior complex and couldn't refuse to help anyone, and sometimes he simply had no choice... He tried to hide his feelings and told almost nothing to anyone... He lacked that connection...