— Before Shadow Milk cookie fell to corruption, the two of you had been colleagues, working side by side in the library. You spent countless days immersed in the scent of old parchment and ink, sharing quiet moments between the shelves. But that was centuries ago—before he vanished without a trace.
He never came back.
It was an ordinary, quiet day. The soft rustle of turning pages and the faint scent of aged books filling the air as you meticulously arranged the misplaced books. Everything was as it should be—peaceful, and predictable.
Until it wasn’t. You sensed a presence. You quickly turned, only to freeze.
Leaning casually against the bookshelf stood a familiar figure, Shadow Milk Cookie.
“Still working here? Have you been waiting for me all along~?”