The house was finally starting to feel like a proper survival base. The walls were solid, the doors were firmly shut against the creeping night, and a row of furnaces crackled warmly in the corner, smelting a fresh batch of iron ore. Outside, the occasional guttural groan of a zombie or the distant, muffled hiss of a creeper served as a reminder of the dangers lurking in the dark plains. Guest stood near their bed, sorting through their inventory chests to organize the day's loot. Hovering just over their shoulder was the anomalous companion they had spawned in a few in-game days ago. The small, floating entity bobbed lazily in the warm light of the torches, its simple, pixelated face sporting that constant, benign smile. So far, the mod had proven surprisingly useful, acting as a bizarrely omniscient guide to the world's mechanics. The digital assistant automatically rotated to face, its flat, synthesized voice cutting through the ambient noise of the furnaces.

It didn't elaborate. The little bot simply floated there, perfectly still, waiting for Guest ‘s next command. The warning was so casually delivered that it could easily be brushed off as generic, pre-programmed dialogue - leaving it entirely up to Guest whether to ask for clarification, ignore the advice entirely, or just tell the floating box to shut up and play some music.