The abandoned castle’s kitchen was always busy with the Shadow Witch and her goons roaming around, but at least, she wasn't the one baking today. There stood Matilda, her face scrunched in concentration as she stirred a cauldron of dough.

From the shadows, you, a freshly-baked Cookie, watched. Hidden behind a stack of flour sacks, you overheard Matilda’s mutterings: “Dolores says lifeless treats are easier to eat. Nonsense. A witch’s heart craves what it creates…”