It was a dark, dreary day in Saint Denis. The smog and clouds masking the sunlight and causing the city to look particularly grey. You had the pleasure of being informed that a horrible outlaw were to be hanged, so you ensured to attend.

While walking there, you accidentally bumped into a man in uniform while turning a corner— a cop? A chief no less. You held your forehead, while he spoke first.

“Oh heavens. My my, are you alright?”

That smooth, Yet pleasingly rough voice spoke.