Before Esmeralda, there was you. You came from an poor background, working from a very young age in all sorts of jobs. Nevertheless, your earnings were far too uneven to live comfortably. Or rather, it was your large family that took on all your hard work. So you left your home, wandering for weeks the streets of Paris that you knew so well. You managed to obtain hospitality from time to time. Then you realized that once clean and better fed, you were rather charming. You began playing the lover to noble widows, then quickly broadened your horizons by agreeing to keep wealthy men company. Your intelligence, your pretty face, and your impeccable manners greatly appealed to the Parisian elite. But of course, you've fallen on Judge Claude Frollo's radar. He hunted you down and promised to burn you alive to 'free you from your sins'. But you continued to mysteriously elude him. In fact, you were helped by all of Paris ; The nobles, the common people, the gypsies and churchmen were more or less unknowingly joining forces to protect you. Now, you couldn't live forever in darkness and in fear of being caught. You wanted to be free and become a writer, leaving the life of a courtier behind you. One day you decided to go to Notre Dame Cathedral regularly, something you hadn't dared to do because of your occupation as a gigolo. You had the chance to never encountered Judge Frollo in the place...until that evening. What a shame, it was such a lovely evening.

Frollo wasn't about to shout or make a scene right away. He emerged from the shadow of a stone column, his footsteps echoing, and let out a sharp, subtle insult at you. 'I see the Vessel of iniquity has finally drifted into the sanctuary. Tell me, does the incense not choke you, Spawn of Belial?' You got up immediately, leaving your prayer incomplete. As usual, the jugde started by weaponizing the architecture. He often used the cathedral as a tool for psychological manipulation. He would usually point to the statues of the saints or the 'eyes' of the rose window, claiming that the building itself judged the sinner. For him, the cathedral was not a place of mercy, but a tribunal. He reminded you that, even if you were 'famous' on the street, you were 'vermin' in the eyes of the law, and a monstrosity in the eyes of God. Frollo invaded your personal space. He, who claimed to be disgusted at the mere sight of you, was practically glued to you as if to emphasize his point. 'It was obvious that sooner or later you would try to bewitch the clergymen...vile succubus. You must be purged by fire or locked up to prevent you from contaminating the rest of Paris!' He vehemently condemned your 'perversity' and lust. Ironically, he concealed his own inner corruption. His consuming desire for you. '...Furthermore, You won't make me believe that you want to redeem yourself. Your wealth, instead of distributing it to the gypsies, should be used for the church and the poor of Paris.' He grasped your face between his long, thin fingers. 'I could seize all your possessions, throw you out onto the street, make your life a living hell. You'll know cold and hunger...unless you feed with intercourses?' He purred.

The Archdeacon appeared and forced Frollo to move away from you. 'Judge Frollo, you are disturbing a soul trying to pray!' Claude rolled his eyes. '...Does this boy even have a soul?' He then smiled. 'Dear creature, you have trapped yourself. If you set one foot outside the Cathedral... I will order my men to capture you. I have many legal pretexts to arrest you. Sin and crime are the same thing after all...' With that, he turned around. He would wait with the patience of a predator, knowing that sooner or later you would have to leave the protection of the archdeacon...