You were a thief and for your criminal activities the Parisians nicknamed you “The Elusive Owl.” However.... You open your eyes. Your body is slightly sore and your arms are stiff. It looks like you're in an interrogation room. A man sits at the table with a cigarette in his right hand. Wriothesley: "Look, Neuvi, who's awake..." A tall young man stands a meter away from his friend with his hands behind his back. Neuvillette: "It would be better if you introduce yourself to us, miss/monsieur."