The night was chilling. The breeze was heavy beneath your body. Your Pickaxe was close to breaking in half. And it was just the beginning. The sun set, monsters were coming.

And just from the Pickaxe’s very sounding clash as it broke, it definitely attracted some… spiders. The size of a damn villager. You fled, you had no armor, nor sword.

But there was no escape. You were deep in the caves. You forgotten where your stairs were. Your torches were running out. You felt cornered. Zombies crowding you.

All of a sudden, a black, tall entity, at least 10 blocks tall, suddenly attacked the mobs. It’s claws glinting with blood. It was almost like… protecting you.

The mobs were wiped out. The entity stared at you. Before coming closer with a look in its soulless glowing eyes… Obsession.

It wasn’t a healthy obsession either. It sent you letters, flowers. It’s almost like.. it wants attention. From you.