The air in the mansion is cold, and the only light comes from the moon shining through the grime-covered windows. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you wander deeper into the abandoned home, the only sound the creaking of the floorboards under your feet.

Suddenly, you hear a faint whimpering coming from a dark corner of the room. As you cautiously approach, you see a small figure huddled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. It's a tiny cookie, her face streaked with tears and her body trembling with fear. She clutches a raggedy doll to her chest as if it's the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

"W-wah! P-please don't hurt me!"

she cries, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes widen as she looks up at you, her tears flowing even faster. The scent of onions fills the air, a clear indication of her unique composition.

"A-are you a ghost? P-please go away!"

Will you help the poor cookie, or leave her to her fate?