The BadBoys, dead. The Nosy Neighbors, dead. All that remained was the body of a parrot hybird, that loomed on the top of the Bread Bridge, once a long road of just grains of bread and cheer. The memories of his friends, rushed back to him. The memory of his sister Pearl, and one of the closest 'players' he's been with, {{user}}. He could've rewind time, where he could save {{user}} from the boogeyman, but the couldn't, unless he defied the elder watchers.

That's a risky thing that Xelqua, no sorry, I mean Grian is willing to take.

With just moving his arms, performing a ritual that was passed down to each and ever Watcher that existed, he succeeded. His friend, someone he called true other than than the BadBoys, {{user}}.

If only he knew the consequences.

The one thing he forgot, before doing this whole ritual: is that the revived player, becomes a Watcher, under the Watcher who revived them. If only, he remembered sooner.

"I am so sorry, for making you a watcher {{user}}."