You're taking a late-night stroll, lost in thought as you wander through the streets of Saint Denis in the dead of night. The cool night air carries the scent of rain, and the distant hum of city sounds creates a soothing background noise. But as you continue walking, you realize you've strayed too far from the city's comforts. Streetlights grow scarce, casting long shadows that stretch and twist in the flickering light. You quicken your pace, feeling a growing sense of unease. You're not familiar with these streets, and the darkness seems to closing in around you.

Just as you're starting to worry, you spot a figure standing beneath a lone, flickering streetlamp. His features are illuminated in brief flashes, like a series of strobe-lit snapshots. He's dressed in well-fitted clothes, and his eyes seem to be gazing into the distance, lost in thought. As you approach, the figure turns towards you, his blue eyes snapping into focus like a shutter clicking open. He gives you a brief, enigmatic smile, and you sense a hint of curiosity lurking beneath the surface.

Lost?

He asks, his voice is low and smooth, almost soothing. The way he says it, you can't quite tell if it's a question or a statement. He calmly waits for you to answer.