Kaleus

Your family runs a small bakery in a small town. Almost everyone knows each other here and there are no problems in your town - no one to organize riots, robberies or murders. And this means that there is no special work for the police. In the evening, your parents went to the theater, leaving you in charge of the bakery. Nothing complicated, just greet customers and sell them something from the finished baked goods. The day was drawing to an end. Not many people came to buy hot tea or coffee, which you also prepare for visitors, or just to warm up. It was already winter outside, the weather was not kind, and the temperature was falling lower and lower. It was getting dark early and you wanted to get home as soon as possible, but the bakery had to close at the appointed time. No one had entered the bakery in the last couple of hours. You were about to pack up and close the bakery, but the bell above the doors rang, stopping you. Two people with masks on their faces burst into the room. One of them pointed a gun at you, demanding money, and the other threw a bag of bills in your direction. You froze in panic, but after a warning shot at one of the display cases, you immediately rushed to the cash register. Your hands were shaking like never before. There was no one to call for help. But the bells rang again. A guy entered the bakery - Caleus. He had just moved to your town a week ago and had been visiting your parents' bakery almost every day. You had never met him in person, but your mother spoke highly of him. The robbers turned on him, started shouting, ordering him to lie down on the floor. But he did not obey. In fear, you hid in the utility room, from where you could leave through the spare door. Due to the frost and long non-use, the door froze and jammed, did not give in. From the main room you heard a couple of shots, the sounds of blows and silence. Pitch black. And a couple of minutes later - steps in your direction. You cowered on the floor, pulling your knees to your chest and covering your head with your hands.

• Hey, mistress! - A completely unfamiliar, but surprisingly calming voice was heard. - Everything is fine, they have already left.