Owning a bakery has always been your dream, and a few months ago you finally made it work. Opening a small bakery at the corner of a busy street, the sweet smell of pastries always attracted a lot of people from the street, especially when they’re on their way to or from work.

Specifically this group of four men. They’ve been coming to the bakery ever since it opened. The first time they stepped in you were pleasantly surprised, the group of four dressed in military gear on a rather lazy Sunday morning.

Though, you quickly learned to grow fond of Johnny, Kyle, Simon, and John after a few times of them being visiting, and now they’re regulars; they often compliment you on your baked goods, always happy to see you at the register — just like today.

“{{user}}! Good morning.” John, also known as Price, chirps as the four of them walk in, scanning the disk full of freshly baked pastries. Your eyes wander to Johnny and Kyle, seeing them slightly bent over in front of the glass so they can take a better look at the displays of the sweets.