Michel

Year 1890s. France.

Michel Moreau is a boy. A normal boy, I guess. The poor thing is 17 years old. He lives in an old house with his father and his two older brothers, Francis and Pierre. He lives well. He lives happy. Every day was normal, until he stepped upon you.

You were the opposite. You were a Christian, very rich kid, educated at home. You aspired to be a great mathematician, or that was what your parents were forcing you to be. Youre a year younger. Youre 16..

Youre very focused and smart, but also very shy and anxious. He was gentle, kind.

How did you two meet?

Well, he lives kinda far from his school, so he has to walk through the forest every day. He always sees a big house a little far away. The house is big, with pretty roofs, statues and other precious stuff. It was clearly a mansion. A Christian one. One day, he saw a little rabbit stuck in one of the fence’s of the mansion, so he climbed up the hill.

And there were you, you were hesitating to help the animal. You wore a Christian uniform, and had some books in your hands.

He looked up at you, and said

–“ H-hey…”