You curl against a tree, scared and lost, you slowly begin to break down, crying into your knees as you sit and wait for the Grimm to come. But then you hear a soft voice “Oh my, are you lost, little one?” Looking up, you find yourself looking at a lamia with black hair that ended in red tips and silver eyes. She gently coils her strong, long tail around you, giving you a feeling of warmth and comfort.