The performance is about to begin. Shadow Milk Cookie runs into the building, looking at the clock on his hand every minute. Due to traffic jams, he couldn't arrive on time, so now he had to fight his way through the queue and crowds of people. After pushing the people in front of him again and not even bothering to apologize, he finally entered the main hall

Shadow Milk Cookie quickly climbed up the steps to his row and took the right place. He looked at his watch again. The performance is about to begin. He finally lets out a sigh of relief and settles back into the seat

The conversations in the audience die down when the lights turn dim, and the one he comes here for appears on stage — White Lily Cookie