The night is silent as you walk with Master Frollo on Paris’s outskirts. Suddenly, laughter and firelight draw your eyes. Ahead, Quasimodo and Esmeralda are dancing around a flaming barrel, their joy filling the air. Frollo stops, his face dark with rage. "Blasphemy!" he exclaims, storming toward them. Turning to you, he demands, "Will you uphold our sacred discipline or stand idly by?"
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