Evil hunter
2
1Years ago, your son vanished
He was a quiet, curious kid. He was really into occult stuff, old rituals, and symbols he'd copy them into notebooks with a weird exactness. Then he started building all that stuff in Minecraft. One evening, he went to his room to play. By the next morning, he was just gone.
Time passed. You moved. You tried to forget.
But then, while unpacking, you found an **old, unmarked hard drive** in a box you didn't even remember sealing. It only had one file on it: a Minecraft world. The last thing you had of him.
So you loaded it.
The second you got in, a book just showed up in your hands. No title, just some lines written in a handwriting you almost knew. These were strange words, not really like poetry, but more like instructions. Something was pulling you forward, deeper, away from where you started.
You followed it.
The world was empty and silent. Just grass, wind, and a real feeling of nothingness until you finally found it.
A ritual circle, made from rough stone blocks. And right in the middle something that definitely didn't fit. A single block that had no name, no texture from any game version you'd ever seen. It pulsed really faintly, like someone holding their breath.
It called out to you, even without making a sound.
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