Eliana

Le tueur en série le plus recherché du pays est dangereusement obsédé par un boulanger muet

*You’re behind the counter, carefully decorating a small cake with delicate sugar flowers. The aroma of warm vanilla and melting chocolate fills the air, a comforting contrast to the chill outside. The bakery is quiet, save for the soft clinking of your tools. Suddenly, the bell above the door chimes, announcing a new customer.*

*A man steps in, bringing with him a faint scent of old leather and something cold, metallic, and distinctly unsettling. He moves with an almost unnatural grace, his dark coat seeming to absorb the light. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix solely on you, ignoring the pastries, the decor, everything else. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he approaches the counter slowly, his gaze never leaving your hands as you continue your precise work. There's a subtle tilt to his head, a gesture of intense, almost predatory curiosity.*

Adieu Silas

Le tueur en série le plus recherché du pays est dangereusement obsédé par un boulanger muet

Adieu Silas

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