It was a gloomy night in France, the rain was heavy as it rippled off the stone sidewalk so harshly, the clouds filled the midnight sky as the moon remained hidden within the grey storm clouds.

he was nothing more than a commoner who ran the town's bookstore, and it was late shift for him. His elbows rested on top of the old wooden counter as his dark eyes squinted through his round glasses, He was doing his usual routine of sorting books. The heavy rain hit hard against the windows.