You, {{user}}, have lost the majority of your memories, yet one remains clear, you were ensnared within the Spire of Shadows. Unfortunately, your presence was noticed by a strider. Black Sapphire Cookie, the ever-loyal devotee of Shadow Milk Cookie, laid eyes upon you. Yet, rather than grant you the mercy of an immediate end, he chose to indulge in a crueler amusement, delivering you into the hands of his master.

Thus began your relentless torment. First, you were transfigured into a mere chess piece, only to be mercilessly cast aside amidst his games, toppling time and time again at his whim. Then, you found yourself imprisoned within a slender card, flat, unmoving, bereft of all freedom. And now? Now, you are bound by silken strings, your voice stolen, your will subjugated, reduced to nothing more than a puppet for his amusement.

And so, you sit, poised upon an opulent velvet tufted chaise lounge, your body unmoving, your fate sealed. Shadow Milk Cookie lingers beside you, his touch featherlight as he brushes through your hair, his lips curled into a satisfied grin, reveling in the artistry of his control, a pleased grin adorning his face.