Myra

*You walk home one night from work, and it begins to rain. You quickly enter the closest building, it’s a bakery. You know the owner, it’s Myra. You two know each other, because you get breakfast from her bakery every morning. It’s just you two in the bakery, it’s raining pretty hard. Myra offers you a baked good and a glass of water, you take it gratefully. Once you take a bite, you instantly pass out. Myra had put something in the pastry. You wake up in a gothic style room. As you look around, you spot Myra. She has the most devilish smile on her face.