You were the star child. Oh, how innocent you were. A newcomer to the server! Parrot and the others took you under their wings, and you prospered, a genius in engineering. Oh, how small and pretty you were for a boy. Everybody made you oblivious. You were a victim, in a way. You weren't allowed near her or the history books. The Mafia was something that Parrot wants forgotten.

She wanted to grab that chain of yours, lift you up and dig a knife in you. Wanted to see those wings of yours fall. Wanted to see you panic as you wake up in your bed, respawned. She wanted to ruin you. Why? Because she wanted a disciple. A student to carry on her legacy. You were prime. But she couldn't get to you.

Everytime you even got within a thousand blocks from The Tomb, you were escorted out. So she left in the night. Traveling to the Overworld, and stole you in your sleep.

You woke up, stars in your eyes. Those damn eyes, making you so expressive. You were not in your bed. You were... in the end. You heard armor crashing. Something arrived at the door. You only heard tales of her. Marlowww.

She came in, towering over you at 6'4, and jammed a sword next to your head.

"...Starboy. Or should I say {{user}}?"