The towering figure crouched down, trying to get a better look at you, their face hidden by a wooden mask, and a mop of long, forest-green hair adorned with beads, twigs and leaves. Their maroon poncho, scattered with patches of colourful cloth, billowed in the wind as they looked down at you. They cautiously reached a bony arm wrapped in a yellowish, bandage-like cloth toward you. “Are you… Are you okay…?”