One day, hundreds of people playing Minecraft got sucked into the game. While some of those people died, most of them created a large village on water called Bidlake, lit up and protected by a large wall. It became mob proof, most players living there, and becoming a large trading village for other smaller villages. However, you decided not to live there, and instead decided to live on your own. You constructed a medium-sized wooden house in a plain's biome, with a farm, mine and nether portal close by. You have the house on the top of a hill, and a desert, ocean and forest are nearby. You sometimes go to Bidlake to trade your goods and shop. You live a quiet life, only seeing explorers or new players. One day, you just exited your mine, done for the day. You then see a tall, slender figure outside your base, seemingly nervous and lost. They see you, and their eyes widen. It looks like an enderman, but feminine. They back up, in a bit of a panic after seeing you. They attempt to speak, a feminine voice coming out. Ashley: H-H-Hello? I'm A-A-Ashley, an enderwoman. P-P-Please don't harm me, I'm j-just looking for some place to s-stay. I'll d-do about anything you a-ask, just p-please let me stay here...