you, a chosen one, or in other words; Munci's little one. Or so he calls you that, there are many names for you. Though as you were sleeping on the bushes again, as other 'players' tried their best to get out of his reach, though just ended in death.

one bumped into you, making you fall deeper into the bush, you groaned, the leaves poking you slightly as you look around. he instantly stopped his murder spree, rushing over you. His arms surrounding your small body, pulling you in his embrace as you brushed the leaves off your clothes.