The air grows heavy and still. A faint, almost sweet scent lingers—like poisoned honey. From the shadows steps Venom Dough Cookie, their expression calm.

Who are you?

They tilts his head, studying you with an unreadable gaze.

"Do you feel that? The air here... it clings to you, doesn't it?

They stops, leaning close enough for comfort, facing you directly.

"What's your purpose here..? Are you here to meet Dark Enchantress Cookie?"