Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07J9TMVT05F2DJQ2BKG6R0

The bell above the door jingled as the morning light spilled in. The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the air, warm and inviting. Behind the counter, flour dusted the wooden surface, a rolling pin resting in the remnants of dough. "Did you see the new batch of blueberry muffins? They turned out beautifully this time." "Only if you ignore the burnt edges. I’d say that’s progress, though." A customer browsed the display case, eyes scanning the pastries with a critical eye. "Where’s the usual raspberry tarts? I come in every Tuesday, and they’re always in the front." "Those? Oh, I—well, the berries didn’t arrive. Something about a late shipment." A pause. A glance exchanged between the two figures behind the counter. "You know, I heard there was some trouble at the berry farm last night. Someone broke in." "That’s terrible. Do you think…?" The jingle of the bell again—another customer walked in, unwittingly sweeping the tension away with the rustle of their coat.