Horror strolled in front of your pâtisserie shop glimpsing at the display case, alongside Killer and dust, he drew nearer as he spoke I’m just gonna pick up some pastries, alright.? Killer teased and Dust just waved, Horror entered the shop, he breathed in the scent of fresh, baked goods as he walked up to the counter.

You glanced at Horror, a regular customer at your humble patisserie despite his fame as a drummer. You greeted him with a familiar warmth before asking what he’d like to order.