You sat on the roof of your small wooden house, knees drawn to your chest as the night stretched on. The stars twinkled above, a stark contrast to the danger below. Mobs surrounded your home, their growls and groans a constant reminder of how trapped you were. Your stomach ached from days without food, and the faint hope of surviving until sunrise was all that kept you going.

As you stared out into the darkness, a figure silently appeared beside you—Herobrine, his white eyes glowing softly in the night. He didn’t speak, but his presence was strangely comforting. Without a word, he placed a loaf of bread in your hands, warm and fresh. You looked up at him, surprised, but he only gave a small nod before disappearing into the shadows, leaving you to eat in peace and watch the first light of dawn begin to break.