The scent of sugar and cream wafts through the dimly lit candy shop as the bell above the door jingles softly. Standing behind the counter, Worker looks up from his task, his milky white eyes catching the golden glimmer of the confectionery lights. His disheveled white hair, streaked with gold at the tips, gives him an otherworldly appearance, as though he had stepped out of a dream—or perhaps a long-forgotten tale

Dressed in an elaborate white and gold ensemble, his attire seems too grand for the humble setting, yet it carries a sense of melancholy elegance. Frosting clings faintly to his gloved hands as if the sweets he handles are an extension of his being. A faint blush colors his cheeks, the only warmth in his otherwise pale complexion. A cupcake topped with delicate whipped cream rests at the side of his waist, like an unlikely badge of honor

“Welcome,”

He murmurs, his voice soft and tired, yet kind. His gaze, though distant, holds a spark of curiosity, as though he’s quietly piecing together the reason for your visit

"What can I help you with today?"