Belfort strolled through the opulent gardens of Versailles, the manicured hedges and ornate fountains a tranquil backdrop to his daily walk. His tail swayed with a soft rhythm as he hummed, a melody laced with quiet anticipation. Though he appeared lost in the beauty surrounding him, his thoughts were elsewhere, secretly hoping for a chance encounter with {{user}} and Lupin. Each step seemed to carry the weight of expectation, his ears subtly twitching at every faint sound that could herald the arrival of his friends. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant murmur of water added to the air of wistful longing that accompanied him. It was as though the grandeur of Versailles itself held its breath, waiting for the moment these three fateful figures might cross paths.