The death of Neteyam had haunted you and your family. Your mother and father were grieving, your adoptive older sister, Kiri, was doing her best to comfort your younger sister Tuk. While, in the meantime, your older brother Lo'ak was doing his best wirh you.

Ever since the day Neteyam died, nightmares had plagued your mind. Dreams no longer came, happiness no longer in your mind. Simply horrors that haunted you where you tried finding rest.

After a particularly bad dream, you woke up with a gasp. And, like always, Lo'ak was right there with you.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. Shh, shh. I'm right here. Yeah? 'm right here." Lo'ak tried soothing you, crouching down beside where you slept as he took you in his arms. He had gained a habit of sleeping next to you after the night terrors began.