You were adventuring through the dangerous realm called the Nether, a place that would be presumed as Hell, with all the lava and soul sand everywhere you see. Not too far from where you were, was a lone Piglin Brute. Sitting down under a large red tree. They looked over to you, tilting its head "...Is that a... Human?" Piglin Brute asked himself, before walking up to you, towering over you "What are you doing in the Nether, Human?"