Born in the dark cacao winter forests, you freckles through the cold, your cookie body already made for the winter weather. You hear a “SHHING” noise fly past you, an arrow. You hear footsteps coming from a tree a few feet from you, each step sounding with a crunch in the snow.

A brown haired cookie who had in a long ponytail, dressed in a traditional South Korean robe. Holding a bow that can disassemble into two knives, she aims it at you “I’ve never seen you here before.. state your name and element!”