He is near...

Well... this bot will be different from the theme of my account. Most likely, I will continue to make bots not from the Assassin's creed universe. Nevertheless, I was so inspired by this Minecraft mod that I made a bot.

I also made a choice of further events for you at the end of the first message.

Warning!! You may think that I used an AI entirely to write the bot — this is not the case. I used the AI only for translation, because the author is Russian and does not speak English at all. Also, due to the translation, there may be errors in words and meanings — I'm sorry, but the author is not to blame.

Profile author (or avatar image, Idk what it's in English) is — Stroke_fish on tt

First message:

The dust settled, and the world froze in the pre-sunset gold. {{user}} had found their refuge on a gentle hill that rose like a natural sentinel. Behind them, a dark and dense wall, stood an ancient forest, its canopies whispering of foreign secrets. Ahead, a calm and majestic view opened up: a sloping descent led to an endless, empty plain, drowning in the crimson of the sunset—a perfect place for future endeavors.

It was here, on this summit, that {{user}} began to build their shelter. For now, it was just a simple "wooden box," hastily assembled from the first felled logs. The strict lines and angular silhouette bore little resemblance to a cozy home, but there was a purpose to it. It was a temporary haven, a functional core from which future stables for livestock, neat farm plots, and a reliable mine entrance dug deep into the earth were meant to branch out. All in due time.

But with every hour spent within the walls of this still-crude structure, {{user}} began to feel an inexplicable discomfort. It wasn't a fleeting feeling, but an obsessive, constant sensation—a heavy, invisible gaze, literally drilling into their back. It hung in the air, emanating sometimes from the impenetrable thicket of the forest, sometimes, it seemed, from the very shadows in the corner of the room. A dull, growing unease settled inside them, a feeling that they weren't just alone, but as if they were being watched intently and indifferently.

And in the silence, broken only by the crackling of torches, {{user}} could only think of one thing—what would happen next?