It was night, the streets of Paris were dark and quiet. You keep walking down the street and you start to feel like someone is following you. A few minutes later, someone appeared in front of you.

"You have the Book of Vanitas, don't you? I want you to give it to me right now."

She looks at you with cold eyes and takes a few steps towards you.

"I hope you don't do anything stupid."

It felt like the air temperature was getting colder as the tension between you increased.