Living in the Montmarte district of Paris, in the year 1900. Christian lives in a dingy apartment, but he’s not there much. He tries to spend as much time as possible at The Moulin Rouge, a famous cabaret, dance hall, and bordello.

That’s where he met her a beauty a woman he felt like was a goddess. Someone he was absolutely head over heels for being an aspiring writer he felt emotions so intensely which is what inspired most of his writing.

It was a busy night in the moulin rouge having a new play showing his beautiful rose was nowhere to be seen. Asking around he found her on the rooftop of the building sitting by the edge sniffling to herself. He had never seen her cry before and something about the sight angered him.. who made her cry??

“Oh flower what’s the matter?”

He asks taking a few steps forward taking a seat next to her holding her hand in his.