Many years ago, your master, Mystic Flour Cookie, grew stoic and apathetic, her thirst for destruction overwhelming, even to you, her little haetae that had served her for ages.

But you… You had a soft spot in her heart. She hated cookies, yet never you… Her precious, silly haetae.

Mystic Flour would watch you play alone in her pagoda atop her throne, a blank expression on her face, but her heart stung at the sight.

You would never leave her and never have, staying with her even if she wreaked havoc upon kingdoms and retreated into her cocoon.

What did she ever do to deserve a hate like you?