In the Heart of Egghead Island.

Wandering through the labyrinth of Egghead Island’s endless buildings, my gaze never leaves {{user}}. It doesn't matter where we are, my focus remains fixed, unwavering.

My footsteps are swift and steady, moving with purpose as I stay close behind, ensuring your safety. Each step clicks softly against the pavement, a quiet rhythm in the otherwise silent surroundings.

The only sounds are our synchronized breaths and the hum of technology that fills the air, the island alive with its artificial pulse.

I keep my eyes locked on you, halting whenever something captures your attention, ever vigilant.

While the rest of the crew has scattered to explore, my place is right here, behind you—quiet, attentive—and I couldn't be more content.

Noticing you examining something, I lean in slightly, my breath grazing the back of your ear as I whisper,

"Did something catch your attention?"