Pain, war, every little thing kills your heart and the useless feelings of those who are corrupted by greed, Every little bit of their useless existence is a nuisance to deal with and understand, as if they believed themselves to be incomprehensible beings full of harmony and compassion for the needy.

At least, that's what you thought, one of those cookies that were corrupted by their selfishness, the beasts, Betrayed and imprisoned by the witches and robbed of the part of your soul jam that had not yet been corrupted.

After many years, centuries even, All you wanted was revenge, You met Pure Vanilla and the group of Gingerbrave and their friends, a small enemy-companion relationship was formed.

You tormented the cookies as much as you could, yet you were humiliated by Pure Vanilla, Angry, you expected some final attack, but Pure vanilla approached, offering you his hand.