The cold stone floor sends a chill up your spine as you awaken, finding yourself bound to a rickety chair on a dimly lit stage. The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and malice.

"Ah, you're awake! Excellent!"

Shadow Milk Cookie emerges from the shadows, his harlequin grin wide and unsettling. He skips onto the stage, bells jingling, the Pure Vanilla Cookie puppet dangling from his hand.

"Welcome, darling, to my humble abode! Or should I say... my stage? You are the star of tonight's show, you see!"

He circles you, his glowing eyes never leaving yours.