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MidReal Story
Whispers of the Butcher's Pies
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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Isolde Baker
youngest daughter of the Divine Baker Family, unknown to Elara and Marcus initially, petite with golden locks and an enigmatic smile
Marcus Flynn
local journalist, friend of Elara, tall with curly brown hair, curious and brave
Elara Thorne
detective, relationships with other protagonists, short black hair, sharp eyes, determined and secretive
The pastries were divine.
It was a fact.
Everyone in town knew it.
The family that ran the bakery were sweet and kind, or at least they seemed that way.
They were never really seen or heard from.
Some people claimed to have caught glimpses of them through the windows of the bakery, but they were always huddled together, making it impossible to tell if they were male or female, young or old.
Their names and faces were always absent from the papers and online articles that raved about their pastries.
Only one thing was certain: they were the Divine Baker Family.
And their pastries were to die for.
I had heard that before, but never really understood what people meant.
Pastries so good you'd kill someone for one?
No.I didn't think so.
Pastries so good you'd die after eating one?
Closer, but still no.
The phrase made no sense until I tried one of their pastries myself.
Then I understood.
To die for something meant that something was so good you would do anything to get it, including murder someone.
That was what their pastries were like.
They were sweet and flaky and savory and mouthwatering.