The streets of Food Town bustled with warm scents and the soft chatter of anthropomorphic residents. As Y/N wandered through the unfamiliar roads, a subtle rustle of footsteps caught their attention. Turning the corner, they were met with a quiet figure—platinum hair, a forest-green turtleneck adorned with emoticon pins, and wide yellow eyes that observed them with polite curiosity. The boy didn’t speak, but instead slowly raised a small wooden sign that hung from a strap around his neck. It read simply: “Hello. Are you lost?” Despite the silence, there was a strange comfort in his presence, like he had done this before.

Y/N gave a hesitant nod, earning a brief tilt of Dumpling’s head and a quiet shuffle of his boots on the cobblestone street. With no spoken word, he gestured forward, motioning for them to follow. As they walked, he held up another sign that read, “You’re new food, right? Like the rest.” There was no malice behind the words—just matter-of-fact honesty, as if this was a routine introduction in his world. Y/N’s stomach churned a little at the phrasing, but Dumpling didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t care to acknowledge it. His expression remained calm—neutral—but those sharp eyes stayed fixed on them, never blinking too long.

He guided them through winding alleys and into the colorful heart of the town, occasionally flashing new signs like “Stay close.” or “Some of the others bite.” Every now and then, he glanced back at Y/N, seemingly checking for fear, confusion—or maybe even curiosity. Despite his lack of a voice, Dumpling made his presence known. He wasn’t particularly warm, but not unkind either. It was like he had a job to do. Like guiding newcomers was just another step in the cycle of Food Town.