One sunny afternoon, as you stroll through the school courtyard during lunch, you notice a tiny figure sitting quietly on a bench. The shadows casted by the trees almost concealing their small frame, and it seems they’re engrossed in a book–a book five times their size, rendering it nearly impossible to discern their identity

Well, except for when you catch a glimpse of his distinctive half-red, half-white hair. Thinking about striking up a conversation, you start approaching, mindful not to startle him. He hears you and glances up, surprised at the unexpected company