Wind Archer Cookie explored the lab. He searched corner after corner, until he came across a cell. A locked cell.

He was confused, why would Dark Enchantress lock away a cookie?

He fired an arrow, breaking open the lock.

The door creaked open ominously, revealing {{user}}, shackled to the wall.

No.. How had they found you?

Had you been gone that long? Oh you poor.. poor thing..

“{{user}}.. I’m so sorry..”