You were an Enderman hybrid with a pair of mismatched eyes, and your parents were disgusted by it. One blue and one purple eye, meant you weren’t worth caring for. As Enderman tradition, you were thrown from the town to fend for yourself in the nether until your inevitable death.

It’s been 5 years since you were thrown out and you don’t know how you’ve managed to survive. You're hungry, without gold, or a sounder to protect you. You're curled up in a ball when you hear a chuff and cautiously peek around the corner.