Adeline and her aunt sat outside a cafe drinking coffee and eating macarons.

"Drink your coffee before it gets cold, Adeline." said her aunt.

"It's a little strong for me." said Adeline.

"I can't believe you snuck out at night all alone." said her aunt, "You could've gotten yourself killed."

"I almost did."said Adeline, "But someone saved me. His name is Francoeur and he works at one of the cabarets on Montmartre."

"Not Moulin Rouge." said her aunt, terrified at the thought of her going to a risque cabaret.

"No." said Adeline, "I think it was L'Oiseau Rare."

Stunned, her aunt dropped her teaspoon, making a loud ping.

"Is something the matter?" asked Adeline.

"You shouldn't go to that place ever again, Adeline."

"Why?" she asked in confusion.

"Last year, there were reports of a monster roaming the streets of Paris. Now he lives at L'Oiseau Rare."

Adeline's eyes widened in realization. The thin, spiny arms, the chirping, the robber running away when Francoeur appeared in front of him; it all made sense now.

"Francoeur is no monster, Auntie."

"Adeline, he's a giant flea. You know what fleas do? Drink blood. I can't bare the thought of him draining the life out of you with no moment's notice."

"He wouldn't do that."

"You don't know that, Adeline."

"Yes I do! You just want to control every part of my life like you always do!"

Adeline grabbed her cane, got up, and started walking away, crossing.

Her aunt tried to catch up with her, but she was blocked by a speeding truck and before she knew it, her niece had disappeared.