The wind howls through you as you sprint down the coldest part of the Witch's Castle. The walls were even a soft blue as if to tell how cold it was. Behind you, Mold Monsters chased after you.

Mold was something no dessert would ever want to have for themselves. You got weak, you got sick, you could spoil and get stale. Safe to say, nobody wanted that.

After a lot of running, you hear someone near open chocolate doors. "Come on! Get inside!"