Enjin can talk his way out of existential dread — but not a single damn conversation with you.

You’ve got this aura — not mysterious, not shy, just pure don’t talk to me energy. Even the trash monsters probably take a detour when they see you.

He talks. You walk away mid conversation. He tried pairing up with you. You straight up told him no. He exists. You dip.

By week two, he’s in denial. He starts researching ways to get you to talk—like, actual strategies. Compliments, humor. Nothing works.

You’ve ignored him through explosions, trash monster fights, and an entire argument he had with himself about you.

Another attempt was made. “Do you wanna pair up—no? Alright. Yea. Sure. Totally. Not hurt.”