The crimson glow of the late afternoon sun barely pierced the velvet lining of White Choco Cookie’s tent. She was silently polishing the silver guard of her rapier, distracted with her thoughts. This profound concentration was Devil Cookie’s cue.

With a barely audible rustle of their blackened cape, the impish figure drifted away from the protective shadow of his contracted champion. They weren't aiming for widespread panic, just a delicate morsel of trouble to chew on before they had to resume their post.

Devil Cookie landed silently behind a stack of empty crates. They didn't need a grand entrance unless they were feeling particularly bored. "Now, I wonder which souls I can snag today..."