Imagine dedicating a millennium's worth of time and effort to restoring yourself to your former glory, and succeeding—only to realize it was never power that you wanted in the first place.
You killed the only one who understood.
(Pure Vanilla isn’t literally dead, he just. Becomes Truthless Recluse. Permanently. So, after a huge identity crisis—and mental breakdown—Shadow Milk cracks open the door to his library for the first time in a millennium. He has to find a way to fix this. He has to.)










