The bakery was abuzz with the morning rush. The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air. "I tell you, something's not right. Ever since that new bakery opened up, our sales have taken a hit." "People like variety. It's natural to want to try something new. I'm sure things will even out. Our pie sales are still through the roof, and people keep asking for your special quiches." "I know, but it's not just about the sales. There's something off about that place. The other day, I saw a man enter, but he never came out. The door stayed shut, and the windows are always covered. It's like they're hiding something." "Well, we can't go accusing them of anything without proof. Maybe they're just very private people. Though, now that you mention it, I do find it odd how their bread smells exactly like ours—like they're using the same secret recipe." As they discussed, a man with a wide-brimmed hat and a long coat entered the bakery, keeping his head down. The baker's eyes widened, and she whispered, "That's the man I saw before. Something strange is definitely going on there."