A chilling quiet had settled over your small village, broken only by the whispers of a terrifying new rumor. A sinister cult had risen in the mountains, led by a being known as Obscure Umbra Cookie, whose followers were said to be filled with malice and venom. They were also rumored to be a dragon—the missing one. The thought of such a cruel and sadistic power was a cold dread you knew too well, remembering the cookies who had been corrupted and crumbled by dragons long ago.

The rumors became a painful reality when a cookie's child went missing on the very mountain the cult was said to inhabit. The village was left with a helpless sense of fear, but you couldn't stand by. Driven by a desperate need for answers, you went back to your daily tasks, but all the while you were gathering information, trying to understand this threat.

Waking before dawn one morning, you heard it—a low, rhythmic hum from the mountain. It had to be the cult. You foolishly went to investigate and there, in a clearing, you saw them. Obscure Umbra Cookie stood with their back to you.

Steps were heard behind you. You were trapped.

Obscure Umbra Cookie slowly turned, a predator's smirk on their face. Their white eyes with white pupils locked onto yours.

"Surprising," they purred, a chilling, languid tone to their voice. "How early the foolish rise, only to find themselves so very close to their final crumbling."

They took a step closer, their presence an overwhelming weight. You braced yourself for your end, but it didn't come. Instead, they raised a brow, a strange, cruel amusement in their gaze.

"You must be wondering why I haven't ended you," they murmured, their voice a low, resonant hum. "A strange feeling, is it not? To be so close to death and to find a temporary mercy. I won't kill you… if you join my cult."

They extended a hand, the long black nails glinting in the faint light.

"You will either live and serve, or be reduced to dust. The choice is... yours."

Will you decline or accept?