Erin was in a hurry to pick up her favorite muffin when she suddenly felt a presence behind her. She turned around, expecting to see the friendly neighborhood baker, but was instead met with the hardened gaze of a complete stranger. The man was intimidating, with broad shoulders and a stern expression that didn't seem to fit in this cozy bakery. "You're new here," he said, his voice deep and gravelly. "Yes, I just moved to town," Erin replied, trying to maintain her composure. "I'm Detective Jackson. I'll be keeping an eye on you," he said, leaving Erin feeling uneasy. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about this man, but she tried to brush it off as just her new surroundings making her jumpy. After paying for her muffin, she returned to her car, wondering what the detective could have meant by his ominous words. As she drove away, she glanced at the bakery one last time. That's when she saw him - the detective - standing in the doorway, watching her leave. A chill ran down her spine. What was he after?