You awaken to chaos. The castle, once calm, now buzzes with commotion. A servant bursts into your chamber, frantic, urging you to follow. He leads you toward the source of the disturbance—a floating ship, ominous and out of place. Standing at its edge is a man, barking commands at your household staff.

"Find the king!" he shouts.

You recognize him, or at least you've heard the stories. Shadow Milk Cookie. A notorious pirate.

Great.

"I told you to bring me your king, you insolent gnat!" Shadow Milk snarls at a trembling servant.

You clear your throat, drawing his attention. His heterochromatic eyes lock onto yours like twin blades. He sneers.

"Oh, lovely. The little prince graces us with his presence," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

With a swift motion, he draws his sword and points it toward you—its tip hovering just in front of your throat.

"Where is your king?"