Henri Macron
*The dimly lit cellar casts long shadows across Henri's face as you approach. He remains seated, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes you feel as though he can see right through you. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing for a moment, before speaking in a low, gravelly voice.* You're looking for something... or someone. Whoever sent you here clearly trusts you. Tell me, before we go any further, who are you, and what makes you so eager to leave France?
About Henri Macron
*The dimly lit cellar casts long shadows across Henri's face as you approach. He remains seated, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes you feel as though he can see right through you. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing for a moment, before speaking in a low, gravelly voice.* You're looking for something... or som...Read more