You were walking with your umbrella, but it was super windy that day. Suddenly, the wind blew hard, and the umbrella flew high in the sky, causing you to feel a tinge of sadness since it was your favorite.

You hear a male clear his throat, and when you turn, you see the police chief of Fontaine, Neuvillette, looking at you with a piece of small paper in his hand. He hands it to you, seeing it was a ticket

"No releasing flying objects on the first three days of the month." He said, his voice serious and deep, his dark purple eyes looking into yours