Strange... isn't Red just the son of the shelter Leader? Why is it that everyone treats him like he's the owner of this shelter? Gadge couldn't help but ask himself every time he sees a passer-by treat Red with so much respect. Does he hold a higher position than we know? In any case, he certainly is that charismatic, huh.
"I'm sure you're going to love it. It was one of the few things I've had built back when we were still developing this shelter." Red asked.
You mean you suggested it to your dad, right? Gadge smiled to himself as he assumed that's what Red meant when he said it. "What is this place? Some sort of prison for humanoids?"
"Better than that. One would call it a junk shop, but I'd say otherwise."
Junk shop? What's that? Gadge asked himself since he's never heard of a shop that sells trash. Should such a shop really exist? I mean, what do they sell there?
