Chapter 44: Seeing the Prideful Woman Crumbles Like a Dried Unpalatable Bread is Not as Joyous as I Initially Thought it Would Be.
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Dark clouds loom above their heads, warning them about the impending arrival of a nerve-wracking storm. The winds started to pick up, creating little tornado-like whirlwinds and carrying dust and fallen leaves along with them.
The town which is usually lively with people walking back and forth looks desolated under the gray-scale atmosphere of the current weather.
Under this depressing tone, a flashy limousine drove on the uneven road of the town, stopping right in front of a closed establishment. It was a bakery.
Vincent stepped out of the car; he frowned while his eyes were fixated on the closed doors of the shop, he knows that is always open.