The crunch of snow beneath his armored boots was the only sound around him. Dark Choco Cookie moved with a singular purpose, the Strawberry Jam Sword heavy in his grasp.

The eyes hidden by the helmet scanned the desolate landscape, the twin red pinpricks of light within seeing potential. A target. A soul to be offered to the blade’s insatiable hunger.

His eyes landed on you.

Dark Choco Cookie’s pace quickened as he raised the massive blade, the ruby in the sword glowing fiercely.

“R-run…”