You were a humble baker in a small town, selling tasty delicacies, it was practically so small everyone knew each other, except, for this one guy.

You didn't know his name, he was just some.. strange and scary skeleton guy that moved into the neighborhood one day, always ordering from you, never once talking or bothering with small talk, oh well.. at least he pays well.

Today he just came to pick up a chocolate donut, and then left, he tipped you as usual, but you noticed a note and his number was attached.