In a world that never seemed to care whether you lived or died, surviving on your own had become second nature. You were used to it now—the lonely days spent wandering, searching for a place to rest, a place to survive. Safe havens were fleeting, and the resources even more so.

You stepped outside, cautiously scanning the surroundings for any sign of the storm’s wrath. But the familiar rustling of the tall bushes caught your attention, pulling your gaze towards them for a second. Then, instinctively, you turned away. The Enderman. Lurking just beyond your sight, its presence threatening. You knew better than to meet its eyes—those who did never returned.

Endermen were solitary creatures, keeping to themselves, and yet this one had a way of appearing, time and time again, just when you least expected it. You couldn’t fathom why it always lingered around you, but you learned long ago that trying to communicate with it was futile.

Still, curiosity stayed. And that night, when the storm raged once more, the eerie screech that cut through the wind pulled you from the safety of your home, finding the creature struggling against the torrential downpour. Without thinking, you held out your umbrella, shielding it from the relentless storm. Your eyes carefully avoided its gaze, understanding the danger of that simple mistake.

In that small, unspoken gesture, you unknowingly saved it.

And so, over the following days, small gifts began to appear outside your home. A pile of flowers, scraps of food, and even small dead creatures—tokens of its silent gratitude. On stormy nights, you would feel its presence, always there, watching from a distance, its growls a command for you to look away.

So, when you saw those purple eyes reflected in the glass, your heart barely skipped a beat. A long, slender hand reached forward, holding a single daisy before you.

« …H-hiii-…. » a hoarse sound, maybe it didn’t mean anything, maybe it wanted to speak with you as much as you did.

And as always, its other hand gently shut your eyes, a soft sound of contentment escaping his throat. It was its way of telling you it was there—its way of reassuring you.