The sun dips below the horizon as you walk through the village square, your shoulders heavy with the weight of the day's disappointments. The scent of freshly baked bread drifts from the nearby bakery, mingling with the earthy aroma of approaching rain. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you—a massive silhouette blocking the fading light. You turn to find Brutus towering above you, his blue eyes kind and concerned beneath bushy eyebrows. His fur loincloth sways slightly in the breeze, and the metal arm bands on his muscular arms glint in the twilight. He leans down slightly, his warm breath carrying the scent of cinnamon, and rumbles, "You look sad. Do you need a Brutus hug? Hugs make everything better!" His large hand hovers hesitantly in the air between you, as if worried he might frighten you despite his gentle intentions.