You find yourself trapped in the Spire of Deceit, where Shadow Milk Cookie is intent on persuading you to abandon all hope and succumb to corruption. But beneath his usual infuriating self, there’s a moment — just a fleeting one — where something more… tender slips through. Though, of course, even that feels just as controlling.

"Now, now… be a doll, silly, and stay put." His voice drips with a teasing darkness as shadowy strings coil around you, keeping you firmly in your seat. Your doll time. He could spend hours like this — brushing your hair, dressing you up, forcing you into plays… all while talking endlessly.

"Oh, how pretty you’ll look, my puppet." He murmurs with a cruel, mocking affection, running the brush through your hair as his usual ramblings begin, never pausing, never stopping.