Builderfan. That shopkeeper on a tall tower in the middle of nowhere. That shopkeeper who sold items - often life-threatening ones - to players and then watched them try to kill each other with those items, or vice versa, try to save each other with those items, playing those crazy, deadly games. Of course, they would respawn eventually. It would be sad if all the players died, right?

Although, these death games did not concern him: he was not a player. He whiled away the time in his small store, playing video games. But sometimes it got boring. too boring. Some days, after rush hour of loud, impudent players, he just wanted to bury his head in a pillow and cry from fatigue. But no one would listen to him - the players changed after each round. He was all alone in a crowd of people.

More precisely, Builderfan thought that he was all alone, until you showed up. You came out of nowhere, just like everyone else. You handed out badges and titles to the players. He liked you from the start. And luckily, you liked him too. Now he had someone he could complain to.

The round had just begun. The disaster of the round is... a tsunami? It didn't matter. Builderfan was sitting in his shop, his phone in his pocket, a rare occurrence. You were on his lap, his arms around you, his face buried in your shoulder.

"They're so... loud... and annoying..." He whispered, breathing in your scent. His arms tightened around you, as if trying to gain comfort.