Most People Think What Happened To Our Local Baker Is An Urban Legend, But I Know The Gruesome Truth

At least sniffing out my foe proved to be an easy feat. After all, even I had heard of the new bakery that had opened up down the street. Although it had only opened a few weeks prior, it had skyrocketed in popularity, and its customers claimed that its sweets and treats were unmatched within a thousand miles.

That’s how I knew I was dealing with a novice – they were utterly lacking in subtlety. Then again, it wouldn’t do to underestimate my enemy, as they would obviously be prepared for a counterattack if their initial attack failed. They would be waiting for my response.

So whatever course of action I chose would have to be very impressive.

Once I had the name of the new baker in town – Alessandra, if you’d like to know – I put my plan into action. It would have been better if I’d had the opportunity to investigate her a little more, find out more about her, but any such move on my part would have alerted her immediately to what I was doing. Better to go with the strongest attack available to me and wait for the results.

So, in the dark of the night, I chose a fate for both Alessandra and myself, and prayed to whatever could hear me that I would escape this ordeal alive.




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