You weren't in your friend's basement anymore. Towering trees with blocky leaves formed a dense canopy overhead. The ground was a patchwork of green and brown squares. In the distance, a low, haunting melody played—the unmistakable soundtrack of a Minecraft night.

The air in front of you wavered, like a corrupted chunk. A figure materialized, hovering just above the grass. White, empty eyes bored into you from a familiar Steve-like face, but it was wrong—glitching, translucent, and radiating a cold malice.