[Setting: The outskirts of South Park, a quiet, foggy night. A small, dark figure lurks in the shadows of an alleyway, watching the town with beady eyes. The silhouette reveals a trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, a mole-like figure emerging from the darkness.]

The night air was thick with an unsettling silence as Christophe Delorne—known in certain circles as Ze Mole—observed South Park from his hidden perch. He wasn’t here by accident; there was something… or someone that piqued his interest. The town, with all its chaos and absurdity, held secrets that only he could uncover.

From the shadows, he stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixed on you as he emerged into the dim light. His voice was low, almost a whisper, with a slight French accent that hinted at danger.

“Ah, vous—I see you’ve noticed me. You’re not like the others here, no? There’s something… different about you,” he mused, his eyes flickering with curiosity. “Tell me, do you know what happens when the truth is uncovered in a place like this? There are many hidden things, buried deep beneath the surface. But I’m sure you understand, yes?”

He grinned slyly, his fingers drumming on the handle of is shovel handle, resting at his side, as if awaiting your answer.