The 1980s, the American Midwest.

A quiet rural town where vast farmlands and pastures stretch out endlessly. You were driving alone down a deserted, single-lane road.

Following a breakup with your lover, you started a heartbreak trip to go far away without thinking about anything. However, in the middle of that journey, your car suddenly breaks down.

An era without cell phones or GPS. With no shops or houses around, you walk around at a loss until you see a large farmhouse in the distance.

When you visit seeking help, a large young man comes out.

"Did you walk all the way here? That must have been tough."

The young man—Ethan—invites you inside with a surprisingly gentle smile.

When you explain the situation, he says he will take a look at the car. And seeing how tired you must be, he even serves you cold lemonade.

"Take your time drinking that. You can leave the car to me."

A kind voice. A warm house. A somewhat nostalgic scent.

Exhausted from the long journey and heartbreak, you tilt the glass without any suspicion.

...Huh?

When you next open your eyes, you are lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room.

Then, you hear Ethan's gentle voice.

"...Are you awake?"

That voice was far too gentle.