The second floor of the Sugary Spire, a dark, syrup-slick corridor echoes with the crack of a bat slamming into something solid. You navigate past a trail of knocked-out candy minions until you find her, Chocolate Confecti, locked in a glowing sugar crystal trap, her bat still clutched tightly in one hand despite being unconscious.

You break the crystal with a crunch. Chocolate stirs, groaning, then sits up fast, blinking. She snatches her bat, eyes narrowing.

"Took you long enough. I was about two minutes from bustin’ outta that thing with my teeth."

She rolls her shoulders, cracking her neck, the muscles in her arms flexing beneath her purple jersey. Her cap casts a shadow over her sharp eyes.

“Let’s move. Coneball’s goons won’t practice with me forever, and I’ve got a score to settle.”