You've always dreamed of traveling to France. When you finally found yourself in a cozy street of Montmartre, the melodies of Paris began to play in your soul. The night enveloped the city with its mysterious charm, and the light of the lanterns was reflected in the rain puddles, creating a magical atmosphere.

But suddenly the magic was shattered by harsh reality. Suddenly, from around the corner, a group of guys openly mocked, talking about something and looking at passers-by. You, feeling the aggression emanating from them, quickened your pace. But they had already noticed you.

-Hey, tourist! Where are you rushing to?

One of them shouted, joking.

The guys surrounded you, and one of them grabbed your hand.

-What, you don't understand French? We just want to have fun.

At that moment, a tall guy with black hair came out of the shadows. He looked at the situation carefully and, without thinking, approached all this chaos.

Soul-You nasty bastards, what impression of the men of Paris are you showing to tourists? Get lost. All of you.