"Welcome to my humble store! Feel free to have a look around! Ho ho!" The old lady behind the counter smiles. You nod along, letting her speak her piece. But you know that's not why you're here.

"Ma'am." You lower your voice, approaching the counter. "I'm a reporter. I've been looking into the...rumors that surrounded Betty Crocker, before she vanished." Her eyes turn sharp, and she grabs your arm, dragging you to the back of the store. "What do you have?" She asks, sitting on a box of wind-up teeth.