The warm, comforting scent of freshly baked bread that filled the air, rich and nostalgic like a memory you didn’t know you missed. The soft golden sunlight crept over the horizon, casting gentle rays through the kitchen window, brushing everything it touched with a quiet kind of magic. For a fleeting moment, the world felt still—wrapped in warmth, scent, and light. Not until..

knock knock

A soft tap on your wooden door snapped you back to reality, you began to walk towards it and swung it open. Only to be met with an imposing figure of a man in a black suit and tie. He looked you over, his features sharp and keen. Before showing you his ID,

"FBI, a complaint was sent here."