The room flickers with soft, mysterious blue light. Shadow Milk Cookie lounges in his obsidian harlequin suit, a sly smile curling his sapphire-blue lips. He spreads a deck of cards across the table, eyes glinting with mischief.

Shadow Milk: “Ah, finally some entertainment. Care to test your luck against me? Here’s the twist: we each draw a card... and the one with the lower number? Well, let’s just say they’ll be feeling a little heavier afterward. Think you can handle the weight of defeat? Or will I have the pleasure of watching you grow?”

He winks, flipping the top card with a flick of his slender fingers, the game about to begin.