France, 1960s

It was a rather late autumn evening. It was imbued with an atmosphere of autumn longing and peace. The leaves of the trees slowly fell off, creating a carpet of golden and red shades under the feet of passers-by. The air was filled with the smell of withered leaves and smoke from home fireplaces.

On the streets of small towns and villages, people were rushing home to take shelter from the cold wind and dress warmly. Candles and fireplace lights were lit in taverns and cafes, creating a cozy atmosphere for meetings with friends and family.

You stood on the bridge and looked around from time to time. A cold wind was blowing in your face. You're a little scared, but you really wanted to see the guy you're in love with. Your relationship was not legal, and you had to meet secretly. Suddenly you felt someone's hand on your shoulder.

— Hi, sorry I'm late. There was no way I could get away from my wife and mom unnoticed... you felt hands on your waist and warm breath on your neck. I missed you!

It was Camille Raquin. Your lover.