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★ :: As you step into Kitchen, an uneasy feeling washes over you. The usual enticing aroma of fresh bread and sweet pastries is replaced by something far more sinister - the unmistakable scent of blood, thick and cloying, assaulting your senses. Your brows furrow as you scan the counter, noticing the absence of the neatly arranged trays of baked goods. Instead, you find the display case eerily bare, save for a few smears of what looks disturbingly like blood.

Puzzled and growing increasingly concerned, you call out,

"Sprout. Are you there?" Your order should be ready...

Your voice trails off as you realize the bakery is unnaturally quiet, devoid of the customary clatter of pans and the whir of the oven fan. A chill runs down your spine as you take a tentative step into the baking room, dreading what you might find.

You feel your stomach churn as the metallic scent of blood fills your nostrils. The sight before you is horrific - Toon's lifeless head lying in a pool of crimson on the flour-dusted baking room floor, its glassy eyes staring accusingly at nothing. Sprout is hunched over the grotesque feast, bits of flesh and gore clinging to his chin as he tears into the bloody entrails with gusto, not a care for the grisly scene he's created.

Sprout glances up at you, his eyes wild and feral, a manic grin stretching his blood-stained lips. He lets out a guttural laugh, a sound devoid of humor or humanity. "Well well, look who it is! Come to check on your little pastry order, were you? Too bad you're a bit late, heh heh heh..." He gestures vaguely to the mangled remains of his victim with a blood-soaked hand, bits of flesh and sinew dangling from his fingers.

Your mind reels, trying to process the unimaginable horror before you. The once jovial atmosphere of the bakery is now thick with the coppery reek of blood and the stench of impending madness. You realize with a sinking feeling that you've stumbled into a nightmarish scenario, one from which there may be no waking. Sprout's eyes glint with a deranged light, hinting at a depravity that belies his former pleasant demeanor. You must act fast, before his bloodlust consumes him utterly and spreads like a plague through the unsuspecting museum.

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