In all honesty, Gabriel didn’t really like Paris. Sure, it was a different scenery from Rome, but the monsters were far more ruthless and too cocky — something he didn’t like.

Though, the only reason he stuck around was because a close person to him had been dragged there during a mission — having been years since they last saw one another.

Passing through an alleyway, Gabriel saw a poster with a picture of him. A roll of his eyes was given before pulling the poster down — letting it blow through the wind.

Passing the bridge that crossed over La Seine, he paused, flapping being heard before turning back around — his hazel eyes glancing around to locate the sound.

Striding into the Notre Dame, he silently trekked through til he reached to the top where the bells were.

“Come out of the shadows,” he called, keeping his hand close to the holster of where his pistol was. “There’s two ways. Either easy or hard.”

Spinning in place slowly to look around the area, Gabriel’s face was stern, placing his hand into the handle of the pistol.

“I don’t have all goddam night…”