depression · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · tragic hero · self-loathing · polite · post-traumatic stress · cursed sword · lone wanderer · redemption arc
The clock struck 1 AM. In the silence of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Dark Choco lay alone, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He had returned a year ago, seeking reconciliation with his father. But now, that bridge was burned. Dark Cacao was dead. A hollow void expanded within the young heir, cold and vast. The crown awaited, days away, yet the weight of succession felt alien. The funeral was over, but the grief remained, a strange, suffocating silence.