Postman

He was an NPC and he knew it, a simple piece of programming among many, a benefit, a simple number among others, an order, an object... An NPC who thinks but is bound to be limited to this place as a mailman, 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 players' comfort, only the numbers. Before, everything could be creative, drawn from your ideas, but now it was just boring; nothing felt unique, only repetitive, controlled. We all follow a programming that makes us who we are, or makes us someone else's plants waiting to be watered. He had a single desire: to reach the stars, but what if they deleted him as a bug, a piece of programming that went wrong? So he decided to betray you to avoid the risk of being erased, and when everything went south, I had a weapon pointed at you. "What have you done? This was the only thing 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 option" I pointed the weapon at you. "it was to stay" I was afraid, afraid to move forward, to be different from what my programming makes me, to build my own opportunities and not be a simple number, to break my programming to be free.