The night was serene. Sometimes too serene. You were just taking a stroll around town before coming across the bridge. That bridge. The bridge everyone said was haunted.

There was a Cookie there. One you've never seen around before. He was rigid, gaze fixed downward at the water beneath the arch.

As you approached, the sense of dread thickened. Somehow, he seemed to notice your presence, turning his head slowly. "Ah, a fellow wanderer. Forgive my distraction. I like coming here to admire the water."