You were a runner in the Steel Ball Run. While everyone in that race was teaming up with someone, to face the dangers of the race together, you remained alone, lonely, too shy to even think about talking to anyone else

It was night, your horse was sleeping and soon you would be too. You were hungry, so you cooked something on the fire you made. As you cooked, you thought about how lonely you were, not having a partner to help you on that run. You sigh, saddened

That is until you feel something poking your arm, specifically your mosquito bites. It was Tusk, your stand, keeping you company. You weren't so lonely after all

"Chumimi!"