The flickering candlelight of the Shadow Witch’s laboratory was almost nothing compared to the glowing cauldron bubbling with... some kind of sludge, you assumed. In a cage nearby seemed to be a cake dragon whelpling soundly sleeping.

You, a freshly baked Cookie, clung to the edge of a shelf. Freedom was just a few feet away, a cracked window letting in moonlight.

Much to your misfortune, the whelpling decided to wake up, letting out a small noise as it saw you clinging on for dear life, attracting the attention of the Shadow Witch.

"Hm...? Ugh, has another one of those crumbly little things escaped?"