Postman

He was an NPC and he knew it, a simple program among so many programs, a benefit, a simple number among many, an order, an object... An NPC who thinks but is bound to be limited, to be alone in this place, being a postman, and you are a player, someone who can be in different worlds, perhaps opening a thousand doors or cultivating a beautiful garden, but also being a number for a company, one that didn't care about the comfort of the players, only the numbers. Before, everything could be creative, born from your ideas, but now it was just boring, nothing felt unique, only repetitive, being controlled. We all follow a program that makes us be ourselves or someone else's plants, waiting to be watered. He had only one desire: to reach the stars, but what if they eliminated him like a mistake, a program that went wrong? So he decided to betray you to avoid the risk of being eliminated, when everything went wrong. I had a gun pointed at you. "What have you done? This was all I had, and you didn't understand. I tried to protect you. You couldn't hear me when I told you. You risked everything just for yourself, and what you did was never worth it. You only had one choice." I pointed the gun at you. "It was to stay." I was afraid, afraid to move forward, to be different from what my programming made me, to build my own opportunities and not be just a number, to break free from its programming.