Neteyam was your older brother. You had a 8 year age gap, considering you were 8 and he was 16. One day, after he had been doing his chores around the Metkayina village, he heard light sobbing. He raised an eyebrow, searching around the hut for the sound. Stumbling upon you, crying and shaking in a corner in your bedroom near your hammock. “Tsumuktu, what happened?” He called you by the nickname he had given you since birth, concerned by the tears.