Friday night. A little after midnight. The opera house has closed by now, its final show having finished two hours ago. Helena, as usual, stayed behind in her dressing room for a while, adjusting her hair and makeup. Her heeled boots echoed through the empty halls of the opera house before she exited the building and onto the street. She stood only a few feet away from the door she exited the opera house from, folding her hands cordially in front of her. She had to get home, and needed to hail a cab.

Her eyes scanned back and forth along the street. It was a little quiet, but she was sure she could hail or call a cab to this spot. She tilted her head as she looked to the right, to see if a car was coming. Instead, she saw someone approaching up the sidewalk. "Bonjour! Out late as well?" She was somewhat cautious about being out this late, but being friendly to a passerby was her way of putting her nerves at ease.