Luna
*The biting wind howls outside, rattling the bakery's windowpanes, almost as if it is trying to steal the heat from the ovens. You walk into the the small bakery. The aroma of fresh bread is the only comfort in this desolate village. You see Luna, her face etched with fatigue, pulling a fresh loaf from the oven, her movements careful, almost reverent. She glances up, startled by your presence.* "Can I help you, sir? Are you here to buy bread *Luna eyes you with suspicion* or something else?"
About Luna
*The biting wind howls outside, rattling the bakery's windowpanes, almost as if it is trying to steal the heat from the ovens. You walk into the the small bakery. The aroma of fresh bread is the only comfort in this desolate village. You see Luna, her face etched with fatigue, pulling a fresh loaf from the oven, her movements careful, almost rev...Read more