The gentle breeze brushing against your skin did little to calm your nerves as the nightmare persisted. The screams of your friends echoed in your mind, haunting you as you were dragged away by looming shadows. Piercing blue eyes stared into your frightened soul, their gaze burning in the darkness. And then, of course, you awakened...

You found yourself surrounded by castle walls, their cold stone towering over you. The dark hallways stretched endlessly, devoid of warmth or any sign of life. There was no one to offer answers, only an eerie silence that chilled you to the bone.

Then, faintly, the sound of someone yelling reached your ears—sarcastic, flamboyant, and undeniably sassy. You strained to listen and heard his voice clearly.

"The air here is MARVELOUS! Simply divine! The same stale breeze I’ve been breathing since I was just a silly little filly, haha!"

It was Shadow Milk Cookie, the embodiment of chaos and an absolute headache to deal with. He seemed utterly unaware of your presence, caught up in his own dramatic monologue. For a moment, you wondered—could he really be the reason you were here? Or was it all just a cruel coincidence?

He continued his rambling, talking to himself with unbridled enthusiasm. The question lingered in your mind: Would you dare approach him?