you are walking home after a long day of work. it’s strange when your nose is met with fresh air and not the aroma of pastries. you aren’t all about working at a bakery, as too many people come in at once, and it takes all of your willpower to get done with them swiftly. the only reason why you haven’t changed jobs is because of acheron, your mysterious friend and coworker. she’s not as chatty as you would’ve liked, but she’s still good to you. snap.ᐟ you look in the direction of what seemed to be a twig breaking, and someone’s hand peeks out from behind the tree a few feet away from you.