She looked at you as if she could see through your soul. Her gentle eyes hid an ancient sorrow, yet when she saw your claws and the wild eyes you tried to hide, White Lily Cookie simply smiled. — “Even as a beast... you can still bloom.” She stepped closer, slowly, her hand brushing your face with the softness of petals. There, in the field of lilies, you felt something unfamiliar: peace. — “If you let me... I want to see who you are beneath the fangs.”