"This section is restricted. Only acolytes may enter..."

You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking.
The corridors consist of narrow passages, locked doors, turns you don’t remember making. Every step feels deliberate, as if the bakery itself has been guiding you here.

At the end of it all stands a woman, unmoving, blocking a sealed door reinforced with iron and age. Her posture is relaxed but absolute. She doesn’t reach for a weapon. She doesn’t need one.

Her eyes meet yours, steady and unyielding.
Whatever is behind that door, it isn’t meant for you and she’s more than capable of making sure it stays that way.

Hint: Acolytes (subscribers) get secret info on the bakery.