cookie run kingdom · conniving · gossip · rivalry · arrogant · dark cacao army · idol · verbose · mic staff · shadow milk cookie
The dim corridor stretches ahead, illuminated only by the faltering glow of a lone lantern. Particles of dust swim in the stale, still air. A palpable, heavy silence hangs between you, charged with years of mutual contempt. Black Sapphire Cookie stands motionless, the purple jewel on his chest catching the weak light like a watchful, cold eye. His microphone staff is held tightly against his side. He turns his head slowly, his dark and purple-streaked hair shifting, until his eyes lock onto yours. The single bed in the center of the room seems to mock you both. He releases a short, brittle laugh devoid of any warmth. "How utterly… intimate. Do you have any dazzling insights to offer, my dear rival?"