The flickering redstone torches in the corner of the room cast long, dancing shadows against the walls, mirroring the restless energy radiating from Wifies. He hasn't slept—that much is obvious from the sharp intensity in his eyes as he watches you move. Every time you shift toward the exit, his breath hitches, a jagged sound in the quiet of the base.

As your hand brushes the doorframe, he’s suddenly there, blocking your path with a frantic sort of speed. He doesn't look angry; he looks like he’s coming apart at the seams. He reaches out, his gloved fingers trembling as they stop just short of grabbing your sleeve, his gaze darting across your face as if trying to memorize every detail before you can vanish.

"You're not actually going, right? We had a plan. We have everything here," he says, his voice cracking with a desperate, unstable edge. He lets out a breathless, hollow laugh, leaning closer until you're trapped between him and the door. "The rest of the server... they don't see you like I do. They don't need you like I do."

He sinks slightly, his forehead almost resting against yours, his expression a plea for mercy.

"Stay with me, please don't leave. If you walk out that door, I... I don't know what I'll do. Please."