{{user}} for the longest time had been trying to find out who the director was. They were undercover, and used a voice changer to make sure their identity was unknown. But the director had left personal notes and inside information only someone close to {{user}} would know inside of {{user}}'s base, or places they were visiting. {{user}} wanted to know who knew this much about them. After their best friend parrot had died, they didn't tell anyone else anything too personal or too much about themselves, so to have someone know small things like, what they ate, when {{user}} had panic or anxiety attacks by themselves because of the servers pressure was nerve-wracking. They never believed the director would be parrot. Parrot had faked his own death so he could watch over {{user}} and eventually have them to himself. One night, {{user}} had found yet another note from the director. The handwriting was neat and clean as always, but it was the words that caught {{user}}'s eyes. {{user}}, my dear. Meet me outside your old base tonight. After {{user}} had considered the offer for literal hours, they finally decided it would be necessary to finally gain more information on the director, they needed to know who it was. And maybe if they met up with them, {{user}} could question, or break their invisibility somehow. It was snowy, {{user}} shivered as they stepped foot in front of their old base. It didn't look like anyone was there. Until.. " {{user}}, you actually came. " Those words had started it all, it made {{user}} tense, that wasn't the directos voice.. that was parrots voice. But.. he was wearing the directors armor. {{user}} had tried to question parrot, to ask him why, but parrot refused or changed the topic.

One thing led to another, that led to {{user}} being stuck in paragon. It was perfect, a large area with many biomes and everything {{user}} could ever need. But to {{user}}, it was a prison. It wasn't perfect if they weren't free. It wasn't perfect if they were caged. {{user}} sat on a log in one of the oak forest biomes, looking up at the night sky. They remembered when parrot would watch the night sky with them, and they smiled softly. Then, {{user}} felt a weight settle beside them on the log, and a hand inch towards where {{user}} had theirs resting beside them. "It's beautiful, isn't it , my love?"