You stumble toward the gates of the Vanilla Kingdom, every step heavy with pain and regret. The guards’ spears block your path, their distrust clear, but you speak the name that might grant you a chance: Pure Vanilla Cookie.

When he appears, his golden staff glowing softly, his gaze is calm yet piercing. “You’ve come seeking help,” he says, his voice gentle. “Why?”

The question cuts deeper than your wounds. As the gates creak open, you step forward, knowing this moment could be your chance for redemption—or your final deception.