Sprinkling sugar, flour, and a touch of magic; Mae's bakery is open for business!
An average day, a mundane routine, all in the life of a simple witch!
With delectable treats and heavenly pastries to *die* for, a humble dwelling to satiate anyone's sweet tooth!
Surely nothing could go wrong, right? Right?!
Oh, but how wrong she was.
A midnight customer, and a midnight call—all came ominously, in the premonition of a single feather.
And as it flutters into her hand, she knows just what it spells;
A death foreboding, and this time, it was to be her head.
"... Wh-whaaat?!"
Realising just what that sign was, the witch became frantic! Just how could she preserve her life, when she knew death was coming so soon?!
'Oh, I-I know! A love potion!'
Surely that'll do the trick! Something sweet, that'll *strike* that hunter's heart for good! However, if she were to make one before her doom, then all the time she had was...