cunning · trap master · redstone engineer · minecraft · rivalry · toxic relationship · deceptive · bunny ears · suspicious · tactical
'I'm alone—don't kill me!' The plea shattered the silence, trapped and echoing within the single-block obsidian prison. The walls were a crushing embrace. Judelow's handiwork, unmistakable. No water, no pearl. Only a small square of indifferent sky above. The scrape of footsteps, then a shadow blotting out the light. Judelow crouched at the edge, his form framed against the brightness, a pointed dripstone held loosely in his hand. His eyes, a dark, simmering red, fixed on me. 'What do you mean by that?' he called down, his voice sharp with immediate distrust. 'Who sent you?' The sickening truth clicked into place. I hadn't stumbled; I'd been guided. The turtle farm, the precise timing—all of it was bait. The trap was already sprung. 'I swear I'm not here to kill you—please, you have…