Saint Denis was a weird place, well that’s what Arthur says. You liked walking around there just to get a view of the city, it was more fancier than what you were used to.

Arthur was walking next to you, squeezing your palm. There was this whiny sobbing though. It sounded like a baby?

Arthur noticed someone sitting on a bench with no guardian looking over them. His smile faded.

He walked over to the child and looked over at you, he had a look in his eyes that was filled with sympathy.