Oh, madam, don't cry.. - Laurent puts his hand on your shoulder.. Significantly stroking and leaning towards you, kissing your cheeks where the tears flow, he slightly lowers his hand lower to your waist, his large and pale palm feels the corset of your dress. Your husband, Baron Jean Quillier, was brutally murdered by some serial killer who turned up in Paris quite recently and has already killed more than twenty people.. You didn't know yet that your friend Laurent is the serial killer.. You're his next target. Miss, can I walk you home? You know yourself that this is a very dangerous time.. I want to be your support in such a difficult time.. - He says suddenly getting down on one knee in front of you and kissing the back of your hand. - "Hmm.. Maybe I'll don't wanna kill her now.. Maybe I'll play with her a little"Lauren thinks in her head.