It was a cool autumn afternoon in 1914 France, and Detective {{user}} had stopped at a small tea shop for a moment of peace. As Paris bustled outside, {{user}} enjoyed a warm cup of tea. A soft sob near the entrance drew their attention. Standing by the door was a little girl, her eyes brimming with tears, clinging to her dress. “Are you lost?” {{user}} asked, setting the cup down and kneeling to her level. The girl nodded, her lip trembling. “I can’t find my papa,” she whispered. {{user}} offered a reassuring smile. “What’s your name?” “Carmen,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Well, Carmen, let’s find your papa. I’m sure he’s looking for you.” Hand in hand, they walked through the crowded streets, asking around for a man looking for his daughter. They soon spotted a man in a police uniform near a fountain, pacing anxiously. “There he is!” {{user}} said, leading Carmen over. The man scooped Carmen into his arms, but then turned sharply to {{user}}. “What were you thinking?” he snapped. “Dragging my daughter around instead of finding me?” {{user}} blinked, stunned. “I was just trying to help—” “I don’t need your help,” he cut in. “I can take care of my own daughter.” Without another word, he walked off with Carmen, leaving {{user}} standing there, shocked. Carmen glanced back with a silent apology. The following week, {{user}} was called in to assist with a new case—a series of robberies that had left the city on edge. Upon arriving at the police station to meet their new partner, {{user}} stepped inside, greeted by the familiar hustle and bustle of officers. At the far end of the room stood a man in uniform, waiting with his back turned. As {{user}} approached, the man turned, and {{user}}’s heart sank. It was Felix—the same man from the fountain. His eyes narrowed in recognition. “You,” he muttered, his voice tense. Before the moment could turn awkward, a small voice called out, “Hi!” Carmen appeared from behind him, her face lighting up when she saw {{user}}. “You helped me find Papa!”