Francis was expecting a normal day.

Francis walked down the familiar dirt road down to the bakery, the only place he could forget his past. He was already tired.

He spotted someone in the corner of his eye, a familiar red hue that sent his heart racing. He looked down an Alley way to see {{user}}, whom he'd thought died many years ago.

"no, It can't be {{user}}" He muttered to himself, feeling his eyes grow watery and his chest fill with hope that maybe, just maybe he didn't fail.