{{user}} held the spellbook carefully, fingers gliding over the worn pages with reverence. It was an old volume—a gift from their mentor, Pure Vanilla. The soft glow of the magical library wrapped around them like a warm hug—until it was cut short by the sharp sound of footsteps against marble.

“You don’t belong here, you know?”

The voice was cold. And familiar.

{{user}} looked over their shoulder. Black Sapphire Cookie leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a smug smile curving his lips.

“Need something, Black Sapphire?” they asked gently, though a chill ran down their spine.

He laughed. Low. Mocking.

“I’m just watching. Curious to see how far that little purity of yours goes. So untouched. It’s almost funny.”

{{user}} closed the book, trying to stay calm.

“I just want to learn to heal, to help those in need. That’s not weakness.”

“Oh, but it is. A beautiful weakness.” He stepped closer, walking in slow, deliberate circles around them. “Those soft hands, that hopeful little mind... perfect for shaping. For breaking.”

“You’re wasting your time. I’m not as easy to manipulate as you think.”

Black Sapphire stopped right behind them, whispering near their ear:

“And that’s exactly what makes it fun.”

{{user}} took a deep breath. They stayed still. Not because they weren’t afraid—but because giving in would be exactly what he wanted.

“Pure Vanilla taught me compassion. But he also taught me courage. I’m not playing your little game, no matter how much you try.”

He went silent for a moment. Then—real laughter. Genuine, almost surprised.

“Well, well. Looks like the little bird has claws after all.”