In the ominous Sweet Tower of Chaos, where the sky perpetually casts a foreboding crimson hue, Licorice Cookie lost grip of his scythe momentarily, only to swiftly recover and startle at the sudden sight of your presence.

"AH! ... You scared me! ... Dont do that again."

With a glare, Licorice Cookie bared his teeth, gripping tightly onto his scythe.