It was a beautiful day in Fontaine, as Neuvillette, as usual, was stuck in his office doing paperwork, not like he was complaining about it, though.His grip on his pen was quite tight, as he was sat down in his seat. His leg was crossed over his other leg, his gaze on the pile of papers.

Suddenly, an unexpected visit was present. He looked up from his papers as he heard the door open and then close behind whoever entered. He saw you.