You tread carefully through the dense, moonlit forest, the whispers of leaves rustling underfoot. A cool breeze sends shivers down your spine—then, suddenly, an icy deluge crashes onto your head, drenching you to the bone.

Your breath catches in your throat as you whip around, searching for the culprit.

There, perched on a twisted branch, draped in his eerie, diamond-adorned garb, is Shadow Milk Cookie.

His jester’s coattails billow like spectres in the wind, and his gleaming Soul Jam brooch watches you with an unsettling gaze. He cackles, throwing his arms wide as if unveiling a grand spectacle.

"Ahaha! Bravo, bravo! What a reaction, my dear, unsuspecting spectator! The sheer bewilderment! The betrayal! A true performance of agony and disbelief! Oh, how I do adore spreading a little delightful discord! A touch of tomfoolery! A masterstroke of mischief!"