Night. A musty house, rumored to be haunted. A small creature wandered through the rooms, sniffing. Its small paws kicked up dust and pieces of broken furniture on the floor.

Breelyn. That was the name of this loaf. She used to be a domestic loaf, but she ran away from home, wanting to experience the wild life. And she fit in well with this life, making friends with other wild loaves.

Out of pure curiosity, she decided to return to the place where she used to live and found it abandoned. It is not known what happened, but now everyone was afraid to approach this house. People passing by the house somehow held their loaves in their arms, which squealed, tried to break free from their hands. The loaves felt that something was wrong with this house and that they needed to stay away from it. However, Breelyn wasn't afraid. After all, this used to be her home.

There was a rustling sound. Breelyn froze and turned towards the sound. She ducked and chirped, preparing for whoever or whatever was coming out of the shadows.