▄︻デ where she escaped her
foster parents and thought she
can finally live a normal life,
what could go wrong?══━一
Everyone I welcome you to 'Eligere!' where we will encounter a roller coaster of actions. Love sick people. Some wanting t...
Long chapter ahead my flowers:) If y'all saw what I said in my message board you guys probably know what's ahead;>
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TW!! trespassing// shattered glass// mentions of human organs// Blood// gore(?? Idk)// death threats
:) enjoy
Taking the bottle of milk that she promised to buy, she walked the opposite way to her house.
As she saw the familiar road and houses, she soon realized she was close to the bakery. It was already 5:45 pm.
She remembered Hiroki once telling her about Eliot hiding a jar in his bakery. The jar was very well kept. So Y/n assumed the recipe would be there.
Finally seeing the bakery, she carefully jumped up the fences then walked to the back door already knowing the front would be locked. She took out a bobby pin and tried opening it.
Spending almost 5 minutes in there she finally opened the door, celebrating quitely. Entering the bakery, the lights were off it was dark but not that dark.
Eliot had closed the shop early ever since he found out that Y/n would take a half a day off and was really happy knowing that he'd be hanging out with them again.
Feeling their phone buzzing again and again, they turned their phone off then closed the door.
Opening some lights, there she saw the quite organized kitchen. Walking around for a bit she first decided to look at the reception desk. Looking at the drawers and the papers in there, the bottle of milk still in hand.
Minutes or maybe even hours passed, she still didn't found it. She even went to the basement, why look at the basement? You never know love.
Sighing and closing the last jar. She went to the fridge and opened it, putting the milk there so it could stay cold and she can go find it much more easier.
But she stopped midway. There were bottles.... or jars.... A lot of them to be exact. Y/n shivered slightly there were labels in it but she can't quite understand it.
The messy handwriting was not helping either too. Deciding to put the bottle of milk down she took one of the jar. The odd smell and heaviness was making her much more nervous.
The jars had different covers and this one had a gold one. Trying to open the jar, prying and trying. She was persistent to open it until she felt something.
