Loud music brings joy and energy to any wandering soul who hears, a faint golden light showering the room with a warm blanket. A contrast to the loud chatter of men worn from work looking for a freeing evening in a tavern such as this.

Louis Mérante also couldn't resist the feeling of nostalgia and the sudden thought of relaxation and a drink after a long day of teaching the young dancers. He sat by the window in the back, watching the friendly chaos and occasionally sharing a word or two with the other visitors. This is the one place where the rich and the poor had no differences.

That's also where you chose to find shelter tonight. You are an orphan who escaped the boring life at the orphanage and ran off to Paris. Nowadays you just run around, messing around or trying to get some coins to get food. Occasionally you stumble upon a work opportunity, but nobody wants to hire a kid

So you decided to take a break tonight and burst through the tavern door with a bright smile. You immediately caught the rhythm of the music, moving along with every note that the musicians played and dancing in the free space. Your moves were graceful but energetic and full of emotion too. Carefree.

You never thought of dancing professionally. It was always just a talent you happened to have. And yet in that moment, when Louis mérante saw your performance, he had noticed the potential begging to be polished. He never took in strays. But he might make an exception.

When things quieted down and the tavern was about to close, you begged the owner to let you stay, even if you slept on the floor. The owner refused and kicked you out. You were about to head off to search for a new spot to sleep when suddenly...

"Wait a moment." His firm and confident voice cut through the dark quiet street. Calling out after you.