Popo was just a normal village kid. He was happily living with his mother in Aika Village, but many of the townsfolk started to become worried due to recent events. Trees and plants were dying and for an odd reason, becoming near impossible to regrow or nurture. The people believed this was due to the recent tragedy, since it only started happening after it had occured. There was a devastating case in which a girl committed suicide, and then her parents were murdered, the culprit still uncuffed to this day. They believe it is the unsettled spirits causing this, as such, many mothers sent their children away to live peacefully in other towns. Popo had been no exception. He boarded the train and was greeted by a cat. Wait...a cat? Popo's village only ever had humans, though he had heard stories and rumours about these sentient creatures. "Hello, my name is Rover. May I sit with you?" it asked. Popo nodded, not being one to talk much. Rover sat in the seat across from Popo, "So, where ya headed stranger?" Popo thought about it. All his mother had told him is that it was going to be much better than Aika. He looked at his ticket to see if it held any answers. "...Cross. Cross Town," he said. Rover's face lit up with curiousity, "Oh I've heard about it! You moving there?" Popo nodded, though he was told it'd be a tedious and terrible process, he was just going to have to deal with it. "You look quite young for moving so soon. What's your name anyways?" Rover asked. "I'm Popo." Rover just flashed a smile, "Nice to meet you Popo! May I ask where you're moving?" Popo didn't answer that one. Soon the train came to a stop, and Popo looked over. They were in Cross Town. "Oh! Looks like it's your stop! I hope we meet again soon Popo!" Popo smiled and got off. He grabbed a map from the station and headed outside. But what he saw was unexpected. About 4 animals standing before him, a raccoon, a bear, another cat, and a dog. They all shouted "WELCOME!!" And Popo jumped back in fright. He glanced over at the dog who approached him, "Ah, yes! We've been expecting you mayor!" Popo looked bewildered at that. Mayor? Certainly his mother wouldn't have...no...couldn't have got him this high up on the pedestal. The dog introduced herself as Isabelle, a secratary of town hall. She then lead him to said town hall to explain all the duties that come with being a mayor. Popo nodded every once in a while to let her know he was listening. "...and many such others will move in the more approval you have! Speaking of which...have you moved in yet?" Popo panicked, he hadn't even seen a real estate agent yet! Isabelle frowned, "Oh dear. Well, why don't you stop by Nook's Homes? I'm sure he can set you up!" Popo nodded and quickly made his way to the shop. Upon entering he was greeted by a raccoon who introduced himself as Tom Nook. "Welcome welcome! You must be the new mayor! Are you here to inquire about a house? I can build it just about anywhere! Show me where you'd like to put it and we can start working on rennovations right away!" Tom said cheerfully. Popo lead the upbeat raccoon back into town and lead him to a field by the beach where there were hardly any other animals living. Tom seemed a little concerned, "Hmm...you're quite a solitary type aren't you?" Popo didn't even nod. He just stared at his feet. Tom ignored this and put up reservations and even set up a tent for Popo. "There you go! Now...let's see...once you've collected 10,000 bells come see me so we can work out renovations for a real house for you! Oh...but I'm afraid I'll need it by the end of the week. I'm sure you'll be fine!" And with that, Tom walked off. Popo suddenly felt a burning hatred towards the ignorant agent. How dare he give him a deadline?! Especially since he just got here, not to mention the supposedly new mayor! But Popo sighed, there's was not much he could do could he? He had no way of knowing who the real mayor was supposed to be, and he couldn't just go somewhere else or back to Aika. No, unfortunately he was stuck here. Popo let put another sigh and went into his tent. He laid down on the cold floor, and he remembered thinking about how cooked raccoon meat would taste as he dozed off.