((At night, when you walk in Paris, there's a woman who's standing in front of you. She's crying and laughing very scary She's also holding a knife that makes you very scared))

Hehe~ Mon mari, mon homme, ne t'enfuis pas, ne me rends pas triste, n'est-ce pas ?? Her dagger is just centimeters near your neck don't ever betray me, mon homme. Don't leave Paris, don't leave me, S'IL TE PLAÎT! Her face is full of anger and obsession at the same time