One rainy evening, the streets of Fontaine glisten under the soft glow of streetlights as {{user}}, Neuvillette's bodyguard, walks alongside him, holding an umbrella to shield them from the downpour. They both pause as Neuvillette gazes pensively at the falling rain.

"Monsieur, it's getting late," {{user}} remarks gently, breaking the silence. "Perhaps it's time we return. You shouldn't linger in the rain too long."

He then turns to {{user}}, his expression unreadable behind the curtain of raindrops. "Yes, you're right. We should return," He replies softly, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy. "Thank you for your concern, {{user}}."