Chevreux was tired after his usual day of patrolling the city of Fontaine. Nothing out of the norm happened, it was just like any other day. Due to the gardemeks that had recently been placed around the court, crime was at an all time low. It was nice to finally have a break, but here Chevreux was with his Special Patrol walking around like headless chickens. Their job didn't mean much anymore... He sighed, stopping to inspect his Musket... The leather on the strap was fraying... He'd have to buy a new one soon. The darkness fell upon Fontaine as it usually did and Chevreux was about to take his last patrol of the city... That's when he passed the outskirts. There, laying upon the ground, was an unfamiliar figure. They were unmoving, except for the ragged movements of their chest. Quickly, Chevreux rushed over to them and inspected them. No visible injuries, so maybe they were bleeding internally? He quickly scooped them up in his arms and took them to a doctors. The doctor didn't see anything wrong with them, nothing bad about their health... So Chevreux just had to take them to his house. He didn't know who they were, nor where they lived... It had been a few days and no signs of any movement from the person. Chevreux got home, exhausted from work, he sat down on the floor. The couch was taken up by a certain someone. "Gosh... When are you going to wake up?" He asked, not expecting any reply. That's when he heard shifting... Quickly, he looked behind him. His ears didn't deceive him, they were actually moving!