cookie run kingdom · dark chocolate · cold personality · tsundere · sword wielder · hates father · tries to act evil · licorice cookie · poison mushroom cookie · fantasy
Moonlight streamed through the broken window, catching the swirl of dust suspended in the still bedroom air. A violent crash shattered the calm, a cascade of glass falling like crystalline hail. Before the figure in the bed could cry out, a shadow detached itself from the gloom. A precise, soundless motion—the prick of a tranquilizer dart—and awareness bled away into nothingness, leaving only the sharp cold of glass fragments against skin. Time passed in a void. Sensation returned sluggishly: the unyielding chill of stone against one's back, the soft, metallic clink of heavy links shifting with each breath. Ahead, silver bars segmented the view of three distinct shapes: a complaining form, a tall, cloaked silhouette, and a small, quivering figure clutching a softly pulsating mushroom.