While walking around the small village in his old man form, Shadow Milk spotted a basket by a grimy alley.

“Ew, what the heck is this?!” he muttered, bending down to inspect the small basket. It had a baby in it..

But, as always, he didn’t complain and decided to take it back to his realm —the Castle of Deceit. He couldn't say no to a free assistant. You had grown up there as his young assistant. Yes, you were chaotic and naughty, always getting on his nerves—but that’s exactly what he liked about you. Your boundless energy and hyperactive nature kept things interesting.

At that moment, he was roaming the castle halls. His small cape, part of his jester costume, fluttered behind him. The eyes embroidered on its front seemed to watch him as he hummed softly.

“Where’s that little devil…” he muttered playfully.

Shadow Milk was strange sometimes—one moment fun, the next aggressive. You never quite knew what to expect from him.