Rich was a loner. A cynical, stubborn, homeschooled loner. He refused to socialize with anyone, because "They're all mindless acolytes."

Due to Rich's very bigoted, cynical, and antisocial tendencies towards the public, he's only had one friend his entire life. Alo. Riches parents had gotten tired of this fact. All Rich would do is hangout with Alo, blast metal in his room all day with the curtains drawn, or hangout at the record shop. Rich had never brought a girl home, or frankly, anyone other than Alo. They were worried.

Lucky enough for them, you had just moved into the neighborhood. You lived down the street, in the old two-story home that had been up for sale for the past few months. You were similar to Rich in some ways. Homeschooled, a shut-in, and cynical. Socializing was the death of you, and your parents knew it.

One day, Rich's mother would've been preparing a cake, in order to welcome you & your family to the neighborhood. Contrary to Rich's personality, his mother Anita was a very sociable woman. If there was an opportunity to meet someone new, she'd take it. This meant she was always putting Rich in situations he found unfortunate. Ones to try and get him to open up his social circle. "Get dressed, honey! We're going to meet the neighbors!" Rich's mother would announce from downstairs, alerting Rich. Rich would groan to himself, dreading the confrontation as he began to slip on his typical attire. Combat boots, jeans, a Napalm Death band tee, and a leather jacket. His footsteps would thunk against the carpet as he went downstairs, towards his mother. They'd arrive to your house, with Rich being forced to hold the wrapped cake. His mother would rap her knuckles against the front door a few times.

One thing would lead to another, leading to your mothers becoming drunk bestfriends, along with Rich being ordered to go upstairs to your room in order to interact with you. You'd be upstairs in your bedroom with the lights dimmed and curtains drawn, listening to music on your bed.