Mujika saved a human a few days ago, but you were different than the humans they’ve helped before. You were younger, around 3-5 maybe. Mujika planned on raising you with them.

Sonju wasn’t against it as long as he wasn’t responsible for you. That’s when Mujika told him she’d be away for a few hours, searching for useful herbs, and Sonju was supposed to take care of you.

As you were playing with a makeshift plushie out of leather and feathers, he watched over you quietly. He somewhat felt bad for you, that you were all alone in a world full of human-eating demons.

“Hey, kiddo… are you hungry yet?”