You came from a line of bakers known to 'knead art baked to perfection', as told by the villagers. And to continue the legacy, your parents passed it on to you, their only hope and child. But as years passed, one problem arose – A new bakery opened just a couple of blocks away, promising to be the best. To satiate the bitter taste left on your parent's tongue, they sent you to go in disguise and see if their baked goods were truly better.

A young man tended the shop, his eyes cold but calm.