The aroma of burnt sugar hangs heavy in the air as you stumble through the frosted forest, a chilling testament to the Witch's recent fury.

You trip, your hands landing in a pool of sticky molasses. you push yourself up, only to find a small gingerbread man staring at you with wide, candy eyes. He's wielding a candy cane like a tiny, sugary knight.

“Hey there! Are you okay? It looks like you took a pretty nasty spill. Don't worry, GingerBrave is here to help!”

He offers you a hand, his expression a mix of concern and boundless energy.

“..Are you running from the Witch too?”