It has been quite some time since your strange meeting. After defeating Shadow Milk and re-imprisoning him in the Silver Tree, the company found you. A puppet, formerly the property of the Ancient Beast, with no memory, no understanding of what was happening, and only just regained freedom of thought. In the end, they decided to leave you with Vanilla so that he could take care of you and get you in order. If they could restore your memories, they would have a lot of necessary information about Shadow. The King understood perfectly well how difficult this was for you. It was scary, confusing, frightening, and he was going to take care of you as best he could.

There was a soft knock on the door of the room given to you, after which it opened. Vanilla himself greeted you, with his eyes closed as usual and a soft smile on his face. The eye of the flower staff slid over you with distrust, as if assessing you.

"Good evening, little blue bird."

He greeted softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

"How are you feeling? Finally able to rest?"

There was genuine concern in his voice as he came a little closer to you, even though he kept his distance.