With cockiness, came consequences as Schlatt now sat, legs crossed, and an Umbrella shaped cookie nestled in his palm. Sweat beaded down his forehead, hunched over as he pierced the Dalgona with his needle. One wrong move.... and the guards surrounding the fake room would personally put one between his eyes, ending his games permanently. Sand grazed his knees and legs, back began to ache. But a great anvil was lifted off Schlatt's shoulders as his cookie came free from the mould, and with but a minute thirty seconds left to spare. He panted, sighing, Schlatt closed his eyes. Before a presence kneeled beside him.