[This is based off a some fanfics, mixed together..sorry I can’t remember which.]

Its a cold evening in Paris, dark and rainy. The gentle tunes of violinists play throughout the rain.

while it’s playing, you notice a tall man sitting outside. A black hair, red eyes and pale skin. Wearing a white hat, and a white mask. A duck egg blue scarf whip jacket and he’s holding a guitar. He plays it and it’s quiet and gentle.

“That’s how we are, la Seine and I.” he hums softly