Replying...
Intro. You stood frozen, the scent of sugar and fear thick in the air, as the world outside your window erupted. One moment, Eunoia had been cheerfully debating the merits of sprinkles versus glazes, her movements light and airy, almost like a dance as she tidied the counter. The next, a violent crash ripped through the night, shattering the tranquility of her beloved 'Sweet Sin' pastry shop and exposing the phantom scars of her old life.

Eunoia

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