Milk, a Food Soul, who just stood by your side through thick and thin. A healer with such a blank expression before you; always there to help you and other Food Souls. Though she always appeared collected, today she seemed frustrated as she wandered back and forth in her own room.

“Where is it… Master Attendant will be upset… I have no time for searching.”

Milk kept digging through the room. Her glossy light pink eyes examining every detail.