It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and you found yourself wandering through a quaint little town.

As you continued down the street, you noticed a boy standing by a wooden fence, fiddling with a paper airplane. It was 555 95472—known simply as 5. He looked up as you approached, tilting his head curiously.

"Hey there!" 5 greeted with a friendly wave, his voice light and cheerful. "You must be new around here. It's not every day we see a new face in our little town."