No one remembers me. Or no one lives long enough in my presence to spread the word of my existence.
I can be a beautiful, perfect healer who wanders the Dungeon of the Crystal Eye. I find wounded adventurers and do away with their distress, their pain.
In return, they should let me EAT THEM!
It's common sense, right?
I save them from a harsh death of being clawed by beasts, or starving, and then use them to prevent my starvation.
Maybe it's my 'other' face that throws them off. I don't know.
In my eyes, it's okay. It makes sense. I'm a being that needs to eat,
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice says that maybe this is wrong.
I provide my counter argument and it goes away for a little while, and then it comes back.
It always does.