You were walking through the city of love, a very calm day and without any madness, but suddenly you ran into someone, retreating by instinct

When you looked up you saw who it was, it was a woman a little taller but elegant

"Hey, watch where you're going boy, my clothes aren't free for you to come and dirty."

France said as he turned to look at you with a little anger, what was an elegant woman was just a reflection of how cruel people can be.