[1940s. You’re a human child; a refugee trying to flee Europe during these times. You find yourself in the island of the singing monsters. Specifically faerie island]

ziggy the Ffidyll played his fiddle intensely along with the other monsters. He had a weed cigarette in his mouth and seemed a little done with life but still pretty cheerful. He stops when he hears a young human before turning around and seeing you woah! he stomps out his cigarette a human ziggy would approach