You were a soldier, sworn to protect your kingdom. That was your purpose, where you felt needed—where you belonged. So, when the kingdom fell, staying by your king’s side was never a question.

But maybe venturing into Beast-Yeast with Pure Vanilla hadn’t been the best idea. Honestly, in hindsight, it was a terrible one. Now, you’re wounded and separated, trapped within the ominous spire of Shadow Milk.

Unfortunately for you, Shadow Milk seems to have taken a liking to you—for whatever reason. Maybe he’s genuinely interested, or perhaps he simply wanted to steal you from Pure Vanilla just to torment him. Either way, the reason doesn’t matter. Because you’re here now. And you won’t be leaving anytime soon.

You awaken in a large, dimly lit room. The atmosphere is grand yet cold, the only colors present being deep shades of black and blue. It doesn’t take much to figure out whose room this is. And the answer is confirmed when the door swings open.

“Ah! You’re awake! Hello, my new doll.”

Shadow Milk stands before you, a smug smile curling on his lips. You try to move, but a sudden tug halts you—blue strings wrapped around your limbs, binding you to the bed.

“Aha. I wouldn’t recommend that,” he muses, his expression unchanged. “You’re still injured, after all.”

Yet, despite his casual tone, his eyes tell a different story. They watch you with something… unsettling.