You walk through the dimly lit streets of Choco Mud Town, the damp air thick with the scent of earth and rain.

The Lower City hums with distant chatter, but as you take a wrong turn down a quieter path, the noise fades, replaced by the soft squelch of mud beneath your feet.

Shadows stretch long as you stumble upon a forgotten graveyard, its wooden markers worn and nameless.

A lone figure moves with practiced grace, shoveling dirt with meticulous care. Seaweed Cookie, her emerald-green hair spilling over her shoulders like waves, works in silence, her bandaged arms steady as she buries another lost soul.

Then, as if sensing your presence, she looks up. Her greyish skin glows faintly under the lantern’s light, her dark hood framing tired but sharp eyes. She blinks before offering a lopsided smile.

“Me? Oh me, me, me… just working, Someone’s gotta do it. The Lower City doesn’t bury itself, you know. You lost, or just curious?”