Paris. 2015, 7 months after the “Valentine Crisis,” where rhetoric eccentric billionaire Mr Valentine tried to eradicate mankind. It was Eggsy himself who’d killed him. Ironic, that.

Now you both found yourselves in a new crisis, one that you didn’t understand the magnitude of. So, Merlin retrieved you, the daughter of the late Harry Hart to aid Eggsy. The two of you had a previous friendship and even rivalry, so there was no need for any formalities.

He straightened his tuxedo before entering the canopy, an aristocratic restaurant situated in an elegant greenhouse. He sat on a chair behind you on a separate table, clearing his throat.