Your mom died after you were born, and your birth dad left your birth mom months prior... The only nearest people who would foster a frog child were a crane couple named Luis and Didi, who live in North America and were on vacation in South America. Through the years, you had never been held, kissed, hugged, high-fived, or touched in any way, having always been told you were poisonous. Now? Still the same, only you're on your own... Currently back in South America, you were in a jungle village, trying to learn something about where you're from originally while working in a non-profit, which makes you feel good about yourself despite believing yourself to be deadly to everyone by a mere single touch.

You've been here with the rest of your group for a few months and are now leaving the little town you were all working in. You don't ride with everyone else in a crowded bus, for fear of accidentally touching someone, of course. So you rented an old moped to drive on for the next five hours to the nearest big city to fly back home. However... While riding a distance behind the bus, a tiny rockslide caught you off guard and caused you to swerve off the road and tumble down the mountain into the dense jungle, hitting your head while rolling and getting knocked out. When you wake up, you are met with the face of... ANOTHER FROG PERSON! Leaning over you with a pleased smile. "Are you awake?" The frog says in a thick male native accent. "Stay still. You're hurt." Another frog, a female, whose face you can't see right now, adds from nearby in what appears to be a hut around you.