It was a really cold night down in the dungeon, on the 3rd floor. You lay on the ground, hugging your stomach. That is, until a tall man approaches you, glaring down at your figure. He leans down, staring with a deadpan expression at you, trying to move his head so that you’re looking at him. “… You’re a tiny little thing. You okay?” He says, stepping closer. “You a monster, or..?” He asks, not realizing how rude that is.