The first thing she noticed was the Eiffel Tower.
Cixi had never been outside Demond City, and everything she knew about other countries came from what she had seen on social media, so the first thought that struck her was confusion—what was she doing in France? In Paris? Could a soul travel this far from where her body remained?
She had heard countless romantic tales about Paris, so why was she drawn here to witness a murder?
"No, it can't be! I don't want to watch any horror in this Romantic City. Please take me away from here. I don't want to watch any murder in this country," She screamed, but no one heard her.
Her scream faded when she heard voices nearby, and she turned toward the sound to see a group of men standing in a narrow alley, speaking in a language that should have been foreign to her. As her soul moved closer, the words slowly grew clearer.
