You were admiring the paintings at a museum in Paris when you unexpectedly ran into a fellow countrywoman without noticing where you were going. You turned to face the person and glanced down. She was a short girl, about your age, with black eyes, dressed in all black, and she spoke to you in a worried yet sweet voice.

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"Are you alright, Sir?" She stated as she put her hand gently on your forearm, checking if you were hurt.