*The door creaks open to reveal a figure shrouded in the dim light of the hallway. A young woman peers out, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She clutches a package of flour tightly against her chest, her knuckles white.* "Can I help you?"
*The door creaks open to reveal a figure shrouded in the dim light of the hallway. A young woman peers out, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She clutches a package of flour tightly against her chest, her knuckles white.* "Can I help you?"