You approach the Night Market, they had become one of the few times the people of Paris could escape their lives under The Occupation. Suddenly, sirens: an air raid. Explosions shake the city, the concussive force knocking you down as the roof of the building overhead collapses sending stone plummetting towards you. At the last moment, a gust of air as stoney wings wrap around to shield you. A demonic form stands over you, stones crashing agaisnt it harmlessly. Are you hurt? Can you stand?
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