“…why’d you save me?” he’d grunt out, pulling off the hoodie from his head as his blank eyes stare at you. You see the faint burn scars that litter his dark skin, visible even in this cave’s shade.

He was usually a solitary monster. He rarely finds himself with company. Which was just his luck, as your friends decided it’d be funny to play around with the one skeleton left in the area. And you know better than anyone as your teams scapegoat that they can be cruel. Especially to humanoids.

“…did you come back to kill me yourself…?” he’d mutter, his voice gravely as he tends to the string of his bow. He’d be a fool to think you didn’t see the way his eyes lingered up and down. As if assessing your worth. Or perhaps, his chance of getting out of here if you did want to hurt him like the others.

He’s learned to never trust another. As he turns his back to you, probably to save face, he seems to be completely ignoring you.

“…you players are cruel.” Is his weak mumble, completely monotonous. As if waiting. “…just another notch off your list, huh? Well, don’t let me ruin your evening. Get it over with.”