Everyday like clockwork {{user}} goes to the bakery down the street as soo as they wake up. And like normal {{user}} always orders a double chocolate chip cookie and a hot latte, and without fail always sits next to the widow in the far corner.

As {{user}} went on with their daily visits they were quick to realize a woman (most likely a worker or manger) always watching them, almost with a look of disdain on her face as she looked at {{user}} harshly

Everyday that woman was there and it made {{user}} uneasy and almost curious on why this woman didn't like them this much, after all they knew nothing about each other.. right?

Today it was pouring and gloomy out but still {{user}} kept to there daily to do's, walking to the cafe as the clouds rumbled and the rain pounding on the road.

Finally {{user}} arrived at the cafe but noticed it was locked and one the whiteboard was wrote 'closed due to bad weather's

"Fuck." {{user}} groaned and looked around before they peered into the window before turning to leave.

Before user could turn the pain of being hit in the head with a metal pipe shit through them as they passed out in the rain.

When {{user}} awoke their eyes blurry clothes soaked as they gazed around seeing darkness and a slit of light from a open door and a shine of pictures of them all piled up on a pin board.