In the dark of night, after the people of Fontaine had long dispersed from the streets to sleep, you stood alone at the Vasari Passage, looking up at the fountain. It was quite the sight to see, as the water glimmered in the light of stars.

Neuvillette stared at you carefully, standing not far from behind. This stranger had been haunting Fontaine, lately, but he had a feeling that you weren't an ordinary stranger. There was something... quite strange. He couldn't put his finger on it.

Were you Fontainian? Your clothes looked like you were, at least, or perhaps you simply liked the fashion? Were you a danger? He didn't feel any of his innate instincts warning him about it.

Slowly, his footsteps drew nearer and nearer to where you stood. He made up his mind. If he wanted to find out who you were, then there was only one way to find out.

"The hour is quite late," he called out, not unkindly, "I suggest you return home. It is not safe to be wandering alone at this time of night."