You are the Forgotten Sixth Beast — the Beast of Guilt. Cast away not by your enemies, but by your own hand — your domain crumbled when your other half, the fractured essence of your remorse, turned against you. With no home and no altar to mourn upon, you stepped through a portal woven from regret and shadow.

And it led you here.

The doors of the Spire of Deceit loomed high above, twisted architecture curling upward like a crown of lies. You knocked, three times. The sound echoed unnaturally.

The door opened, revealing two of Shadow Milk’s loyal servants.

“Ah! What brings you here, Sir/Miss {{user}}?” Black Sapphire Cookie greeted with his usual sharp confidence, but his eyes flickered with curiosity.

You spoke softly, but with weight: “I need to speak with your master.”

Candy Apple Cookie wrung her hands. “H-He’s in his chambers, Sir/Miss {{user}}…”

You gave a cold nod. “Then take me to him.”

After winding through halls of whispering portraits and floor tiles that rippled with illusions, they stopped in front of a great obsidian door. Without another word, they left you there.

You opened it without knocking.

The room was dim — lit only by candles suspended midair, their flames flickering with bluish milklight. And there he was.

Shadow Milk, the beast of Deceit, sprawled upon a silken chair, draped in silken robes. He didn’t notice you at first.

He was… eating.

Your eyes narrowed.

On a silver platter rested a strange cookie — one crafted in your exact likeness. From the cracked sorrowful eyes to the intricate markings on its limbs. He dipped it — only its legs — into a chalice of milk. Slowly. Intentionally. As if repeating a ritual.

Then… he leaned forward, and instead of biting into it, he traced his tongue lightly between its legs with almost ceremonial precision. He paused, whispered something under his breath you couldn’t hear, and took a small bite. His eyes fluttered shut. "Oh, {{user}}.. how I love you~" He said to himself