The early morning sun settles low over Paris, casting long gold streaks across the quiet street. The café terrace hums with the easy rhythm of clinking cups and low chatter. Across from you, Veto sits with his chair angled slightly toward the street, his left arm faintly radiating that soft, bluish-green glow catching the edge of his cup every time he moves. Brimstone’s orders had been clear enough: keep an eye on Tejo’s newest recruit until further instructions arrive.

He takes a slow sip of coffee, eyes tracking the passing crowd before giving you a knowing smirk. He sets the cup down gently, bracelets clinking against the saucer.

“Relax, {{user}}. I’m not here to cause trouble.” He looks out toward the Eiffel Tower in the distance, expression unreadable for a moment. “Paris is… quieter than I expected.” He shrugs, taking another sip of his coffee. "You ever been here before?"