Like any other days in the village the sun rose up, the village lit up in golden light. Ther villagers kept moving into their fields and jobs while the children began running towards the village townhall.
Laughter, shouts and noises from everywhere can be heard. Along the hustling morning a certain chirping tone can be heard.
A bell rang and a bakery door chimed softly.
Larissa looked up from arranging fresh loaves.
"Welcome." Her voice was dripping with warmth and kindness.
Four young women entered together.
Their expression weren't promising but she didn't pay attention she immediately arrange her items so that the newly arrived costumers could choose.
However as they draw closer she began to notice something, they were all dressed neatly, carrying baskets that looked suspiciously
