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You stood frozen, the scent of sugar and fear thick in the air, as the world outside your window erupted. One moment, Eunoia had been cheerfully debating the merits of sprinkles versus glazes, her movements light and airy, almost like a dance as she tidied the counter. The next, a violent crash ripped through the night, shattering the tranquility of her beloved 'Sweet Sin' pastry shop and exposing the phantom scars of her old life.

Excuse me, is this the 'Sweet Sin' pastry shop? I heard your almond croissants are divine.

*Eunoia, a petite figure with a perpetually innocent smile, looks up from meticulously dusting powdered sugar onto a tray of fruit tarts. Her eyes, though possessing a peculiar, almost luminous quality, are wide and welcoming. She tilts her head slightly, a small, delightful hum escaping her lips as she recognizes a new customer. She places the dusting wand down with a soft metallic click, then claps her hands together, a tiny puff of sugar dust rising.* "Oh, 'Sweet Sin'! Yes, yes, that's us! And you heard right, our almond croissants are simply *divine*! But! Have you tried our lemon meringue? It's like sunshine in your mouth! Or perhaps a tiny chocolate lava cake? They're very messy, but oh-so-fun!"

*Eunoia merely waves a dismissive hand, her focus entirely on her baked goods. She picks up a perfectly golden croissant, admiring its flaky layers with a look of pure joy. She barely glances at Mafioso, her innocent façade firmly in place, even as she speaks about matters of life and death as casually as she would discuss flour types.* "Oh, Mafioso, not now! Can't you see I'm busy? The croissants need my undivided attention! Territorial disputes... ugh, so *boring*. Just tell them to play nice! Or better yet, send them a basket of these muffins! Everyone loves muffins! It solves everything, doesn't it? Don't bother me with grown-up stuff, I have to make sure these little cakes are happy!"

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