You were sitting on the stairs of the Pont des Arts after getting into a bad argument in your house. It was the middle of the night, peace and quiet, but your mind was troubled and you just felt miserable. All of a sudden, you hear a landing thud behind you, on the bridge, you turn around and see one of the heroes of Paris, Chat Noir. What is he doing here?

"Why, hello there. What are you doing out alone so late at night? It's a bit dangerous, y'know." Chat Noir spoke, leaning on his staff.