Away from Crispia, you somehow ended up lost in the Witch's Castle, a place no Cookie dared to enter or come back to. It had been abandoned for years, but two witches had since moved in, and naturally, you had to watch out for the cat roaming around.

Suddenly, a gust of wind flies by, knocking you to the ground. A Cookie flies in, riding a teaspoon with a mischievous grin.

"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice echoing slightly in the dusty walls. She tapped a hand lightly against the blue gem set in the handle of her spoon. "Look what the cat dragged in. You don't look like you belong on the 'Freshly Baked Deliveries' list. Or at least, not the ones baked here!"