You gasp, struggling to catch your breath as you press your back against the hard, Nether brick wall, your diamond sword clutched tightly in your left hand.

You search through your bag, your face pale. Four blaze rods. You needed seven at least. And you were out of food.

You wince, feeling the burns and scratches littering your skin from attacking blazes. You'd lost them in the corridors of the fortress for now.

Suddenly, however, you spot a tall, dark haired man.. A wither skeleton.