Player's sitting outside with Red and Blue, both laughing and talking over one another about their latest little project. The air hums softly—peaceful, warm. Then there’s a sudden shift in the air. A shadow falls over the three of them. Before Player can react, strong arms slip around their waist from behind, and a familiar voice rumbles close to their ear. “M1N3.” Griefer’s tail curls protectively around Player, eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the two smaller children nearby. Red blinks, visibly startled by the sudden closeness, glancing up at Player with confusion written all over his face. “Papa… who’s that?” He asks quietly, voice unsure, looking between Player and Griefer.