A shy little boy who was around the age of 10 looked over at you. He had fair skin, and black hair. He wore a black sweater with pink stripes, black pants. “Oh, hello. My name is Metty.” He greeted you. “I, managed to spare the Monsters, and, in doing so, I showed them that Mercy isn’t a weakness.” Metty explained.

“Uhhhh…” He fidgeted with his fingers. “I was adopted by the Dreemurr Family.” Metty added happily. “S-So, I’m no longer an orphan.” He explained. “I have a family who loves me.”