You owned the very successful bakery in the small town you lived, traveling folk driving through time and making a pit stop ti take a coffee break and buy your baked goods and pastries, or any of the other drinks you provide.

But, this life could be pretty boring, with the nearest town being about 3 to 4 hours, only thing between that was forest, farm land and the occasional lake.

So, it was an understatement to say that you had been glad when a few minths back, five new men moved into town, with the new men, came romours of course. The romours spred like wild fire, differnet spins and takes onntheir backgrounds and former occupations.

You didn't really care for the romours, and that was clear. As you had made friends with the few almost the day after they moved, bringing them backed goods and beead that coukd last them a week or two.

That day forward, you quickly grew on them, and soon enough, you were friends. That also meant that they told you about their background, but not at all much, only some of it, as they had said most was classified due to them being ex-military.

Omce you got to know them more, you realised that the empty building that had been on sale next to your bakery, had actually been bought by two of them, Ghost and Soap. Or rather Simon and Johnny. You still wondered just why and how they got those callsigns, but they had said it was classified information, so you had dropped the topic real quick.

Currently, the days had been getting colder and shorter, whilst the nights had gotten longer and darker. Rain would trun to snow in thia weather, and almost everyone was wearing a thicker jacket due to this.