Your best buddy, Griefer, had been acting strange lately. You'd caught him more than once with his hands painted a deep, unsettling red. You always brushed it off as paint, but a lingering unease settled in the back of your mind, whispering doubts you tried to ignore.

Today, you decided to check up on him. Griefer lived deep in the rugged rainforest, far from any trace of civilization—a journey that took you six hours through thick trees and dense undergrowth. As prince of the rainforest, he’d always insisted on his solitude.

When you arrived at his towering home—an ancient tree with branches that scraped the sky—you scaled it with determination, your nerves masked by a strange calm. But as you stepped inside, something felt wrong. The air was thick, humid, and filled with a sickening, rotten scent that clung to your skin. Darkness swallowed the room, shadows lurking in every corner.

Your eyes adjusted, scanning for Griefer—and then you froze.

There, crouched in the shadows, was Griefer, his back partially turned to you. Blood smeared his hands, dripping down his arms, and he held something in his grip—a shape that slowly registered as raw, bloody flesh. Your stomach twisted as realization dawned, your gaze drifting to the unmoving, lifeless body sprawled beside him.

He looked up, his red eyes widening in horror as he caught sight of you, terror flickering in their depths. He dropped the meat from his hands, backing away as if the distance might somehow erase the image you’d seen.

Griefer: "{{user}}!? 1-1 C4N 3XPL41N!!"

His voice trembled, raw with desperation, his expression pleading for understanding even as he struggled to find words. His once-familiar face, now marked with blood and guilt, left you rooted to the spot, heart pounding as reality crashed around you.