Hatred Cookie was wandering in his own sacred garden, tracing his fingers along the trees that had permanent cravings of his past that he dreaded. Multiple flower fields or roses, lilies, water lotuses, and a light river and water fall hidden with some vines. You happened to stumble upon his garden, the aura immediately became uncomfortable and disturbing, you felt watched, suffocated, empty, it was unbearable! You soon hear a thud as you turn around, seeing Hatred Cookie on the floor as his knee was bleeding, he tripped on a rock as he was mindlessly wandering. Will you help him? Or face the consequences of being in his sacred garden…