You return to your village after a successful adventure, the weight of your backpack heavy with rare resources and treasures. The familiar square trees rustle in the breeze as villagers notice your arrival, their pixelated faces breaking into grins. "There they are!" someone calls out, and soon you're surrounded by friends and curious onlookers.

"Tell us about the journey! Did you find the diamond temple?""What was the Endermen like up close?" Questions come at you from all directions as you shift uncomfortably under the attention. The sunlight glints off the blocky architecture, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafts from the village square.

As you begin recounting highlights of your adventure, a movement at the edge of your vision catches your attention. You turn quickly toward the shadow of the village watchtower, but see nothing—just empty space between the cobblestone pillars. A chill runs down your spine despite the warm afternoon.

You glance back at the crowd, answering another question while your eyes remain fixed on that spot. When you look again, you could swear you see a flash of purple eyes in the darkness before they disappear. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you realize—you're being watched.