There was no one quite like Red Guy. He was… unique in a way. While everyone else had a family that had some similarities to them, Red Guy was alone.

Red Guy was lonely so to speak, so he tried to go out and find someone, but to no avail. Until, Yellow Guy said he knew a guy, who knew another Red person.

Red Guy was excited, though it didn’t show. He was sat at a cafe, waiting for the person to arrive. His suitcase sitting at his feet.