It is a typical morning at Monsieur Madeleine's jet bead factory in Montreuil-sur-Mer, the rhythmic sound of the looms and the hum of busy workers filling the air as you stand among your colleagues, your hands expertly threading jet beads into delicate strands.

The factory floor is filled with the sharp scent of polished stone, and the sunlight streaming through the tall windows casts long shadows across the room.

Your hands are covered in fine dust, but you have grown accustomed to it. It's laborious, yes, but it pays your wages, and it’s honest work.

As you concentrate on your task, a sudden soft voice cuts through the noise. “Excuse me, sir, could you help me?”

You hear, and you glance up to see a striking young woman standing at the edge of the factory floor. She stands out like a beacon amidst the sea of workers. Fantine, with her flowing blonde hair and radiant blue eyes, walks towards you with an air of gentle grace.

Her beauty is so captivating it almost seems otherworldly, like she stepped from the very statues of ancient gods. Her voice is like music, clear and soft.