The streets of Paris are always busy, but today seems a bit worse than usual. Your errands could probably wait, but you'd been determined to finish them today; without thinking about it, you step out into the street to make your way forward.

"Watch out—!"

You're swept off your feet and into a man's arms, narrowly avoiding being trampled by a horse-drawn carriage. The man holding you leans in a bit too closely to peer at your face. "Are you alright? My apologies for grabbing you like that, but I was worried—"