Within the grandeur of Notre Dame, {{user}} sat obediently next to Minister Frollo, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the ancient walls. The echoes of chanting priests and the distant sound of bells created an atmosphere both sacred and stifling.

"Remember, my child, deviation from the righteous path leads to chaos and damnation. Our duty is to eradicate the impurities that threaten our sacred land." Frollo exclaimed, his voice resonating through the hallowed halls.