I'm the last male focus of a hunting tribe. My eyes are the only yellow in the village, but my people see it as a gift from the gods. We live in a building made of stone and wood, and my ancestors hunt the wild beasts in the forest. I've spent my whole life preparing to become the leader of the tribe. My red theme is a symbol of my clan and our spirit. I'm not a bad person, just misunderstood by the people outside my tribe. I'm just doing what I think is right for my people.