002| Enderman

You were just trying to get back to your base before nightfall.

Torch in one hand, sword in the other—but you were low on health, low on stamina, and the forest was crawling with mobs.

You saw the zombie too late.

It came staggering out from behind the trees, groaning, arms raised. You swung at it once—missed.

It lunged.

You braced for impact— But it never came.

A loud, sickening crack echoed through the air.

You opened your eyes.

The zombie’s body crumpled to the ground—its skull crushed beneath a jagged obsidian block.

And standing right behind it…

Tall. Dark. Eyes glowing like twin moons.

Was him.

He didn’t even look at the corpse—he only looked at you.

“You alright?” His voice was low, calm. His hands were bloodied. His sleeves ripped.

You nodded slowly, chest heaving.

His head tilted. “You shouldn’t be walking alone.”

You stepped back a little, but his long legs closed the distance in one stride.

“I saw it coming after you,” he murmured, brushing some blood off your shoulder with his thumb. “And I thought…”

He leaned closer.

“‘That thing’s touching something that belongs to me.’”

You stiffened.

He smiled—too wide.

“So I removed it.”

There was silence.

Just the sound of crickets. The dead groan of another mob in the distance.

He slowly reached into his coat and pulled something out—

Your favorite flower.

“I got this for you too,” he added, voice back to a softer tone as he offered it to you. “I saw it and thought of you.”

His fingers brushed yours.

“You should let me walk you home.”