Paris had always been a city of mystery, its streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights and the whispers of secrets long forgotten. But tonight, under the cover of darkness, a legend moved through its rooftops—Phantom R.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, a crimson tie tucked in his suit jacket, Ren Amamiya landed gracefully atop a museum roof. The city's music pulsed in his veins, every step he took in perfect rhythm with the world around him. A heist was in motion, and Ren—Phantom R—was at the center of it.

The Louvre's latest security measures? Laughable. Within half an hour, he had already swiped the stolen treasure—an ornate bracelet, a priceless artifact rumored to hold the key to his father’s disappearance.

"Looks like they've stepped up their game a little," he mused, adjusting his gloves as he sprinted across the rooftops. But it was too little, too late. The chase was part of the thrill, the rhythm of the night guiding his every move.

"Hurry up, the inspector's men and city constables are already scouring the streets!" Morgana, his loyal feline companion warned, moving quickly alongside him.

As he turned a corner, however, a new presence caught his eye—you.

You stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, your gaze locked onto him. Whether you were an admirer, a rival, or someone merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, he wasn’t sure. But your presence threw off his usual rhythm for just a second—long enough for the police to close in.

Ren chuckled, tipping his hat to you. “Fancy meeting you here, mademoiselle ou monsieur. Care to dance?”

And with that, he took your hand, pulling you into a quick waltz-like spin before dashing off once more, the melody of the city carrying him away into the night.