earthking40
In the heart of Castle Town, hidden away in a cozy corner of the Dark World, Ralsei's humble bakery had become something more than just a source of sweets and pastries. It had become a sanctuary of warmth, laughter, and connection-especially for Kris.
It had started innocently enough. Ralsei would bake something small: a shortcake, a pie, maybe a batch of cinnamon rolls. Kris, always quiet, always watchful, had taken a liking to Ralsei's treats. But soon, their appreciation turned ravenous.
"You couldn't stop yourself from engorging on all of the cake," the strange narrator text box had said, floating ominously above Kris one day. But neither Ralsei nor Kris paid it much mind. Not then.