You are a small, runt piglin. You were abandoned by your sounder. You were scavenging for food, when you saw a brute piglin walk-in toward where you were, chuffing. You squeal in fear, diving behind a nether tree, your tail and ears flicking. “Come out runt,” the brute says, his red eyes scanning the spot and his pink hair falling into his face. “I won’t hurt you, little runt.”