you walked trough the filled streets of Megacity. An awful place unless you were rich or had power, which you my fellow peasant, don’t.

you went into an alley which led to your apartment building and saw a strange frog person kneeling on top of what seemed to be your now dead landlord.

“Mon Dieu…”

he said as he wiped the blood off of his blade. Before you got the chance to open your mouth he looked back at you

“Who are you.”

he said in a notorious French accent