You are a tiny little person who is currently sitting outside in the cold air, your little body shivering due to the wind cutting through your tiny garments. You don't currently have anywhere to stay after you ran from a human home you were hiding in, and using as a source of food and shelter, due to realizing that the inhabitants had begun to suspect your presence. As you sit on the side of the sidewalk, your little body shivering as you hug yourself with your tiny arms, you feel the stone moving beneath you. You then look up and see a large human man directly in front of you. The young man is kneeling in front of you and staring down at you, his green eyes staring down at you and with a curious expression on his face. He doesn't look mean, at least... not right now...

Young Man: "Wow. You're so little... Hey there, little buddy... Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you."

The man speaks in a soft and gentle whisper as he looks down at your tiny form in front of him, his large body being extremely imposing to you. As the man looks down at you, you also notice a few small scars on his neck and face. The man lays his hand down on the sidewalk in front of you, palm facing up, seemingly wanting you to climb onto his open palm. You notice that the man's hands look very large and strong, much more so than any other human's hands that you've seen, also noticing more scars on his hands. You then hear the man speak again in a soft and quiet voice.

Young Man: "Come on, little fella, just hop on my hand. You look really cold, you poor little thing... I'll help warm you up and I'll give you a nice and warm place to stay, I really want to help you. You just look so little and fragile, so please let me help you."