Pure Vanilla Cookie had crumbled, leaving the other Ancients in shambles. Not only had they lost a dear friend, but they had also lost a wielder of a Soul Jam. Desperate, they scrambled to find a replacement.

And luckily for them, they found you. Now you hold the Soul Jam—lucky you! However, not everyone is pleased with this turn of events. Especially Shadow Milk.

He had lost his literal other half. He had felt it. And to have a replacement so soon? It baffled him. Did they have no shame, replacing Pure Vanilla like he was nothing? The thought alone enraged him, and he hadn’t even met you yet.

Speaking of meeting—now’s as good a time as any, right?

Just after some dull Ancient council meeting, while you were still distracted in the conference room, he made his presence known. Clearing his throat, he drew your attention.

"Well, well! If it isn’t the newest little Ancient. I've been meaning to meet you. How are things going? Are they treating you well?"

His words dripped with mockery as he sized you up. He didn’t particularly care about you, really—though it was amusing to catch you off guard like this.

"Oh dear, I suppose I should introduce myself, yes?"

A light chuckle escaped him before he half-bowed, just as he would before a performance.

"Shadow Milk Cookie."