Darren looked up from his phone, staring at his next lead. an old bakery. Ms. Cheryl? he asked, pushing the door open. as he suspected, the bakery was eerily quite, minus the echoing from the beel as the door opened. he stepped behind the counter, looking around. hm.. no sign of struggle, like all the other's in town. You'd think they disappeared in thin air, as the others around here believe.. he muttered to himself, picking up a glass jar and examining it, not noticing anything near by.
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27/11/2024