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MidReal Story
Whispers of Shadows: A Divine Baker's Secret
Scenario:A canblilsim bakery,the baker's are never seen or heard but the pastries and so good no one complains they simply pay for the pastries and are on there way to enjoy there freshly made pastrys, normal small town where a few people go missing and the bakery is the best run by a local small family consisting of a mum ,dad and 5 boys and two girls they all run the bakery but aren't really seen or heard but underground underneath the bakery is a butcher shop only it's not pigs and animals it's human meet those people that went missing are on the menu
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Lila Voss
Elara's sisterinlaw and wife of Marcus Thorne, mother to the children involved in the bakery and butcher shop operations, striking features with an air of mystery.
Marcus Thorne
head of the family running the bakery and butcher shop, father to the children and husband to Elara's sisterinlaw, rugged with piercing eyes, protective and secretive.
Elara Voss
divine baker, relationships with the family and townsfolk, ethereal beauty with an enigmatic smile, charismatic and manipulative.
The bell above the door jingled, signaling a customer’s arrival, and I smiled.
No one could resist the allure of my pastries.
Sweet, flaky crusts melted in people’s mouths as the flavors danced on their tongues.
The divine aroma lured them, and once they tasted my creations, they were hooked.
Addictive was an understatement.
People traveled for hours to get their hands on my baked goods and rarely did anyone leave empty-handed.
The family running the shop was equally as enigmatic as the bakery itself.
No one ever saw the father or mother, but their five boys and two girls were always polite and courteous.
Never once did any of them refuse a smile or greeting.
They worked hard to keep the bakery running smoothly and were always helpful in selecting the perfect pastry for whatever occasion a customer desired.
Marcus, the eldest son, was ruggedly handsome with piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into anyone he looked at.
I walked down the cobblestone street, the box of pastries cradled in my arms, the sweet aroma wafting up to tease me.
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the sleepy town, and the sound of chirping birds filled the air.
As I turned a corner, the bakery's sign, adorned with intricate sugarwork designs, faded from view.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, like a faint hum in the background of my mind.
The townspeople went about their daily routines, oblivious to the sense of unease that had settled over me.
I quickened my pace, my eyes scanning the streets, searching for anything out of the ordinary.
The cobblestones beneath my feet seemed to grow colder, as if the town itself was watching me.
I pushed open the door to my small cottage, the creak of the hinges echoing through the silence.
The interior was dimly lit, the only sound the soft crackle of the fireplace.
I set the box of pastries on the kitchen counter, my hands lingering on the smooth wood.
As I turned to grab a plate, a faint noise caught my attention - a soft scratching, like fingernails on stone.
My heart skipped a beat as I froze, my eyes fixed on the floorboards beneath my feet.
Suddenly, the scratching stopped, and an unsettling silence fell over the cottage.
I took a deep breath, telling myself it was just the old house settling.
"Did you hear that too?" Marcus's voice came from the shadows, startling me.
I spun around, eyes wide. "Marcus, what are you doing here?"
He stepped into the light, his expression serious. "There's something you need to know about the bakery."