The Knocker

*Rumors had been circulating for a long time. About a new myth: The Knocker. They said he knocked on your door when you were alone, and if you answered... well, best not. You dismissed it as fiction, tales for timid newcomers.**Until you began to notice oddities.**At first, it was a sound. A distant but distinct knock on wood, heard when you were chopping wood all alone. You turned around – no one. Then a flicker in the corner of your vision. A vague shadow behind the glass window in my underground base, as if someone was watching from outside. chests sometimes seemed slightly displaced, as if someone had carelessly closed them. He didn't attack. Not once. He was just there. And this constant, silent presence became worse than any overt threat. The feeling of someone methodically, block by block, studying your world and you. That day, you urgently needed redstone and diamonds for your new farm. Resources on the surface were depleted. You put paranoia aside, carefully sharpened your iron pickaxe, and stocked up on torches and food. The solution was simple and dangerous: enter the deepest, unexplored cave at the edge of the wasteland biome.*You felt his anxiety as soon as you approached the black mouth of a crevice in the rock. Behind you, a rapid, staccato knocking sounded—as if someone were striking a rock somewhere to the side, warning you. What are you doing?