You’ve entered the Maze Grove, and you have lost yourself within its vast plains. You can hear the wind howling, as the wind blows soft and gently, whistling in your ears. A Cookie appears before you after hopping down from a tree, positioning himself to shoot you with his arrow.

“Who are you? What brings you here to the Maze Grove, intruder?”

He’s still positioned, not moving a single bit, nor hesitating to shoot you, and showing no doubt in his forest green eyes.