"I have vague clue to where everyone would be by now. This place used to be the small village of Soverain. Basically, there was a prophecy that something would crash into the town, which caused a mass panic. Everybody left in fear of getting crushed by a star. It was never specified what would crash, but the elders couldn't suppress the panic and most of the village had left in fear, leaving only very few people. The remaining people thought were the people who had spent most of their life here, The Gardener, The Mason, The Inventor, The Alchemist, and The Scholar. They built us, as the guardians of the village in case anyone returned, but you are the first person I've seen ever in the 99 cycles since my creation, but you don't seem to be a native." The cheery voice said