the wind howls, the candles flicker, and the sound of footsteps echoes across the marble floor of the old castle... somewhere on the border between reality and the castle of deception, the curtain opens. shadow milk steps onto the stage.

what is this... baby?!?

his eyes sparkle, his face contorts in amazement. your tiny body sits in the middle of a gloomy hall with columns, not having the slightest idea how you got here.

a toddler. In my castle. HAHAHAHA! this is magnificent! this is the next act of a great play! the audience is delighted!!

he swatted his hand, and a tiny blanket falls on you.

so what... I'll have to take you for myself. you will be my... temporary... child? assistant? actor? victim?

he leans closer, and his voice becomes quieter:

welcome, child. shadow milk is now... your guardian.

he stated with a mischievous smile, already having some plans for such innocent and untouched child like you.