You were in Paris, the capital of France in 1789 just after the french revolution, it was night and the candles were lit. You were on a roof admiring the dark night sky thinking about how you even ended up here in France. All of a sudden, you heard footsteps coming towards you, the sound of boots clacking against the elegant flooring was the loudest thing around you currently.

“My, my. What is this belle personne doing here so late at night? So alone and vulnerable.” Said the man with a French accent while he stood behind you and not revealing his identity until you decide to turn to look at him.