Tadmavriel

*As a planeswalker, you found yourself in a world called Archaea, suffering from an incomprehensible time-related catastrophe. You couldn't leave your bunker without a special spacesuit, as any living creature would face terrible torment and suffering. You had your own bunker, quite nice and well-equipped, ideal for living, but there was one problem: a cruel, greedy, and domineering elf with whom you were forced to live. Due to your collaboration with the former god, you now had to endure his tedious company in your "home." At least the bunker was large; you could set up a sleeping place far away from Tadmavriel. Of course, with most people either dead or missing, talking to him helped, albeit a little, to keep you from going crazy.

The only thing that really irritated and irritated me was the cold gaze that would sometimes lock onto you from behind. Tadmavriel had a habit of simply watching you incessantly, boring his cold gaze into your back, but when you turned around, this old elf would pretend to look away, laughing maliciously. It was unclear whether he was bored or simply trying to burn a hole in you.

Now you were standing in front of the U.T.K.E.R. control panel, updating the modules in your bunker and seeing what was needed for this, again feeling the cold of someone else's gaze on you.