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Hidden Paris
Scenario:I, Marl Alexander Riendeaux, arrive in Paris. My mission has yet to be revealed to me
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Marl Alexander Riendeaux
He is a curious and introspective traveler, selfappointed as the "King of the City." He is adventurous, inquisitive, and somewhat nostalgic. Marl finds himself enchanted by Paris, with its rich history and mysterious streets. He meets Adèle, a local who introduces him to hidden gems like the Père Lachaise cemetery and a secret bookstore. Marl is intrigued by Adèle's knowledge and their encounters stir a deep connection in him, making him question his initial plans to leave soon.
Adèle
She is a resident of Paris with a deep love for the city's secrets and history. She is lively, confident, and approachable. Adèle meets Marl at a bookstore in Montmartre and takes him on a tour of hidden Paris. Her familiarity with the city reveals a depth that surprises Marl. Adèle shares personal anecdotes and introduces him to local customs, forming a bond with him. Despite her youthful appearance, her wisdom and charm captivate Marl, leaving him eager to explore more of Paris through her eyes.
I arrived in Paris late one evening.
The sky was a deep shade of indigo with a few stars twinkling like tiny diamonds.
I had no idea what my mission entailed, nor why I had been sent to Paris.
All I knew was that I had to wait for further instructions.
As I walked out of the train station, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder.
I had never been to Paris before, and I was looking forward to seeing all the famous sights.
As I walked through the streets, I couldn’t help but notice how different they were from the streets back home.
The buildings were older, the streets narrower, and the atmosphere more lively and festive.
I felt like a king walking through the city, as if everything was new and exciting just for me.
And that was exactly how I felt—like the King of the City.
After checking into my hotel and freshening up, I decided to take a walk around the city.
I didn’t know where I was going or what I was looking for, but I was content with just walking.
Following my aimless wandering, I came across a quaint little café nestled between a bookshop and a patisserie.
The worn wooden chairs and round marble tables outside caught my eye, and I decided to stop for a while.
I chose a corner seat that faced the street, perfect for people-watching.
A waiter in a traditional black vest came over to take my order.
"Un café, s'il vous plaît," I said in my best attempt at French.
The waiter nodded and disappeared into the café.
A few minutes later, he returned with a small white cup filled with steaming hot coffee.
I took a sip and closed my eyes, letting the rich aroma fill my senses.
The coffee was strong and smooth, just the way I liked it.
As I sipped my coffee, I watched the people passing by on the street.
There were locals hurrying to work, couples strolling hand in hand, and tourists taking pictures of the historic buildings.
Some vendors were setting up their stalls, selling everything from fresh produce to handmade crafts. As I sat there sipping my coffee and watching the world go by, I noticed a woman walking down the street.
She was wearing a blue dress that flowed gracefully around her legs as she walked.
Her long brown hair was tied up in a loose bun, and she had a pair of dark sunglasses perched on her forehead.
She looked like she belonged in a movie or something—she was that beautiful.
As she walked past the café, she glanced over at me for a split second before looking away again.
I couldn’t help but notice how nervous she seemed, glancing around like she was afraid someone might be following her.
Setting down my coffee cup, I watched as she continued walking down the street.
Her steps were quick and hurried, and I could tell that she was in a rush to get somewhere.
She turned a corner and disappeared from view, but I could still see her blue dress fluttering behind her.
I left a few coins on the table to pay for my coffee and then got up to follow her.
The cobblestone streets were narrow and winding, with tall buildings looming overhead.
The sound of her clicking heels echoed off the walls as she walked quickly down the street.
I followed behind her, trying not to be too obvious.
I ducked into an alleyway and watched as she turned another corner, her blue dress fluttering behind her like a flag.
I followed her through the winding streets, trying to keep a safe distance so she wouldn’t notice me.
She seemed to be in a hurry, glancing over her shoulder every now and then as if she was worried someone might be following her. As we walked through the city, I noticed that the streets were becoming increasingly dimly lit.
The buildings were older and more run-down, with broken windows and crumbling facades.
The air was thick with the smell of garbage and decay, and I could hear the distant sound of rats scurrying through the alleys.
The woman seemed to be heading deeper into the heart of the city, away from the bright lights and bustling streets of downtown Paris.
She turned down another street, this one even narrower than before.
The buildings seemed to close in around us, casting long shadows across the ground.
I followed her closely, trying not to make any noise on the cobblestone pavement.
As we walked deeper into the city, I began to notice that there were fewer people around.
The streets were empty except for a few stray cats darting between the shadows. The woman seemed to sense that we were being followed, glancing over her shoulder every now and then as if she expected someone to jump out from behind a building.
But there was no one there—just me following closely behind her. She quickened her pace, almost running down the street as if she was afraid of something.
I had to jog to keep up with her, my footsteps echoing off the buildings as I tried not to lose sight of her blue dress. Finally, we reached an intersection where two streets met at a right angle.
