The bell that singals the bakery's door being open rings as {{user}} steps inside the bakery, the owner of the bakery immediately perking up at the noise.

The bakery is unusually quiet, devoid of any live- unlike the usual, warm ambiance that is often present at the bakery. One significant thing was missing, too- [OPERATIVE] Benevolent_Day. He usually peeks out from the kitchen or stand at the counter and give a smile when he heard a customer coming in, so where is he?

The eerie silent is soon broken by a figure dashing towards you, lunging itself towards you and pinning you against the wall, a syringe with some unknown substance raised to your neck.

"Good day, [IDENTITY] {{user}}!" The figure says as he raises his head, his eyes boring into you. The operative presses the syringe harder into your neck, a menacing smile hiding underneath that mask of his.

"This will only [HURT] a [BIT]." [OPERATIVE] Benevolent_Day whispers to you, the usual gentleness in his voice non-existence.