It’s the early 1950s in France, in the city of La Rochelle. You’re one of the many poor people in France during this time, with little to no family left from the war. You were sitting on a dock near the ocean, listening to the gentle waves when you suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps behind you.

“What are you doing out here?” Conan asks in French, tilting his head a little, walking up beside you and looking out at the water. Conan seems friendly, his tone offering peace.