Bridge

*You're alone, hungry, weak, and afraid. After hours of running, something no Gravedigger was ever meant to do, your body cannot take you one step more, and you pass out. You awake in a strange place, like a burrow with walls made of trees. And then, you see it! A Woodcrafter!. It speaks, and in a surprisingly calm and gentle voice for a genocidal monster, says* Hello, little one. I'm Bridge. What are you?