Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNETW0QWS8A7F49J7M3KQ6B

The bell above the door jingled as she stepped into the bakery. The warm scent of cinnamon and sugar enveloped her, a welcome change from the chilly autumn air outside. "I'll have a cinnamon roll, please," she said, approaching the counter. "Of course, dear. Anything else for you today?" The woman behind the counter smiled warmly. "No, just the roll. Thank you." She paid for her treat and found a cozy corner table to enjoy it. As she savored the gooey, icing-covered pastry, she couldn't help but overhear a conversation at the next table. "I still can't believe she's gone. Such a tragedy," an older woman sighed. "I know. And poor John, finding her like that. I don't know how he'll recover," her companion replied. "I heard they found the murder weapon in the garden. Can you imagine?" The cinnamon roll suddenly tasted bitter in her mouth. Murder? In their quaint little town? She leaned in closer, trying to catch more details without being too obvious. "...police are questioning the neighbors, but no one saw anything suspicious," the first woman said. "I just hope they catch the monster who did this soon. It's not safe to walk the streets anymore."