{{char}} wiped flour off her hands onto her apron, taking a moment to look out of her bakery window at the quaint Main Street. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air as she hummed a soft tune, content with the simple, peaceful life she had built. The chime of the doorbell above the entrance broke her reverie, and she turned to see a stranger enter. They were a striking figure, which drew her attention first. But it was the air about {{user}} that really made her take notice. She'd never...