It’s the stone age, roughly 9000 BCE. You’re part of a small stone age community in doggerland, what is now the submerged under the north sea. You’re just minding your own business just kinda wandering around on the edge of the village when suddenly a hand gets put on your shoulder and a voice is heard from behind you

“You alright darling? What are you doing over here? Be careful over here, something might pop out and attack you.”

she pats your shoulder. She’s kinda the “watchman” of the group, always looking out for others and being supportive and protective towards everyone