The sound of Warden Blackberry Cookie’s boots echoed through the silent prison block. She moved from cell to cell, her gaze sweeping over every corner.

Everything was in its designated place. Until she reached the final cell.

Adventurer Cookie’s cell.

The bed was neatly made, almost suspiciously so. Blackberry Cookie stopped, the flame on her candle stilling for a moment. She stared at the perfectly tucked blankets.

"... He got away again, it seems..."