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She stepped into the bakery, only for the flickering light to cut out. Darkness. Heavy footsteps echoed before the door creaked open again — not from the wind this time.
A black sleek rolls Royce had parked just outside.
She stared, frozen, as four tall men in sharp black suits stepped in silently, scanning the room like a threat was hiding in the flour sacks.
Then *he* walked in.
Tall. Ice-cold eyes. Jet-black coat sweeping behind him like a shadow. His presence choked the air, buh he's strikingly handsome features couldn't go unrecognizable, he was like the king of hell ,Even the bodyguards looked nervous around him.
He didn't smile. He didn't blink.
He looked straight at her and said,
*"So… this is where the girl hiding from the world works."*
She had no words. Who was he?
He scanned the room with disgust, then back at her like she didn't belong here.
*"Tell your sister you'll be gone for a while. And if she asks questions…"* he leaned in slightly, *"remind her that I don't like being questioned."*
She barely whispered, *"Why me?"*
He turned his back to leave, guards already opening the Rolls-Royce door.
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding like thunder in her chest. The cold words echoed in her mind — *"You owe me."* What could that possibly mean?
Before she could gather herself, the door slammed shut behind them, leaving only the soft creak of the old house and her own shaky breaths.
She looked down at the small side bakery joint around her — the only thing she and her sister had to survive. How could this stranger, this ruthless man with countless bodyguards, be connected to her?
Her fingers brushed the note she had written for her twin sister — a promise to keep her safe, to not worry. But now, she wasn't sure she could keep that promise anymore.
Outside, the night was silent — but her world was far from calm.