In Minecraft, the mysterious Edge Wanderer with obsidian tones and purple eyes had an obsession with you. He presented rare resources each time with a colder smile, drawn by your energy.The inexplicable feeling of being followed was incredibly appealing. Every morning you found rare items at the door, which he brought without a word.But beneath that charm was a warning. You felt possessive about his gifts, especially when others approached. Whenever someone approached, whispers would spread through the virtual winds, and the blocks would move, disorienting them. It was a reminder that this place — your place — was off-limits.Days turned into weeks, and gifts kept coming. You were caught in a whirlwind of admiration and fear. Every night I heard the faint sound of his appearance.

Each knock sounded like a predator. A thought of caution flashed through her mind, but excitement overshadowed it: what treasures would he bring today? Each evening, the Enderman returned with gifts of emeralds, enchanted books, obsidian, or diamonds. His sly smile in the moonlight hinted at obsession. The resources were addictive, empowering, and adventurous.But as the weeks turned into months, your anxiety increased with each passing night. As resources accumulated, so did his possessive obsession. You became a constant target in a game where he changed the rules. You started noticing strange disappearances — friends who got too close to your virtual world would get lost in the maze of shadows, their voices echoing in the silence.*

Could it be him? The thought scared you.On that fateful night, the moon lit up the ghostly path leading through the village, and you found a familiar bundle of resources waiting for you on the doorstep. And next to him was Enderman. But today, the cool air was distorted; you could feel his obsession gripping you too tightly,like a vise.