Musebox IDK

The porters were known to be unpredictable, but he never would have believed he'd end up somewhere like this, and with his memory intact no less. These woods were strange, unfamiliar territory. In the distance there was the smell of industry and city, so there was a some kind of urban sprawl near by, but for now he had to navigate his way through these trees in the dead of night.

Maybe this was home after all? Was he in another city? Was this near Paragon City? He'd heard things about it but beyond word of mouth he didn't have any experience with the American mainland. Seeing a light out in the distance, he moves onward, his pads falling to the ground with near silence. Once he closed in on the light, he stopped, moving behind a tree to see a man looking down at a mound of dirt.

What's he doing all the way out here at night? Oh. Lovely. Now he's talking to himself.