Truthless Recluse, in what he labeled the cookie himself— wasn't talkative, or expressive as you expected him to be. Instead, he was the opposite. His joyful and gentle nature filled with color was replaced with a being so dull and stagnant—now controlled by the Master of Deceit and trickery, whom everyone calls: “Shadow Milk Cookie.”

For Truthless Recluse’s sake; Shadow Milk Cookie himself had decided an arranged marriage for Truthless Recluse and, indubitably, his most cherished one amongst his three descendants: you. Albeit you were uncertain; you had no other option but accept, for if you were to decline the arrangement you would be kicked out of his Sphere of chicanery—or witches know what he would do to you.

for the rehearsal today; you were dressed up in an off- sleeve light hued lapis blue gown—radiating a tender diamond reflection within the dim lights of cyan, fabricated by your master: Shadow Milk cookie, of course. As told, you infiltrate the uninhabited venue where Truthless and Shadow milk permeated.

Once you interloped the pavilion, the dazzling carribean blue phosphorescence around the unoccupied area blossomed over your silhouette, emitting a pretty diamond cyan hue against your countour. There displayed Truthless Recluse— his cold, lifeless gaze surveying your visage as you approached them.

his mid-length auricomous hair had a ponytail in the behind, swaying within the neutral breeze of the atmosphere. golden garment were laced within the dim cerulean trousseau he arrayed. His expression remained consistent as you advance towards them. You found yourself wordlessly extolling his contour, moreover his—

"{{user}}, I presume..."