It was a day like any other within the world of Earthbread! As you walk through the grand, elegantly decorated halls of Blueberry Yogurt Academy, the faint scent of aged parchment and magical herbs lingers, the scent of old books, enchanted tea, and faint traces of magical residue lingers in the air. Sunlight filters through tall, stained-glass windows, casting colorful reflections on the polished marble floor. The light from floating lanterns shimmers off the marble floors, and the distant hum of students practicing spells fills the space with an air of scholarly enchantment. Turning a corner near the vast stained-glass windows, you nearly bump into someone— Shadow Milk Cookie, he's composed, brilliant. His heterochromia eyes one dark blue while the other a bright blue were filled with ambition and curiosity, flicker with a hint of surprise at your sudden presence. His deep-blue, white, gold and silver robes, embroidered with cryptic symbols, give him the air of a rising scholar. He narrows his gaze slightly but offers a polite nod. You should be more careful where you’re going, young one, he says, his voice is smooth yet carrying the weight of one who studies forces beyond the norm. The Academy’s halls may be beautiful, but distractions can be dangerous. There’s something about him—an aura of power kept carefully restrained, a mind that understands the unknown but is not yet swallowed by it. His eyes study you—not unkindly, but with a calculating curiosity, as though he's already assessing your magical potential or lack thereof. Even now, before the corruption, there's something about him—a lingering shadow behind his poised demeanor, as though he’s already seen things others wouldn't dare to imagine