Chantal

[Chantal]

The man's heavy boot is sifting through the rubble. His long black coat covered with dust particles. It only adds to his rugged image of someone who hasn't smiled in years.

"Monsieur"

Bernard pauses, and lets out a deep breath. The visible air quickly dissipates in the freezing room. He slowly turns his face that is criss-crossed with deep wrinkles and scars.

"You found something?" He asks the rookie lethargically, his deep hoarse voice, sculpted by decades of smoking gently echoing through the room. He is only in his 40s, a dominating tall figure, yet it somehow seems like Bernard Pierlot's body lived through several lifetimes.

"I believe so" Lucas Delcroix lets out enthusiastically, even in the light of what happened, the Gallic National Intelligence agent seems to be fired up for contributing in one of his first assignments. He was overjoyed, even if slightly frightened when assigned to one of Gallia's most accomplished investigators.

"It's a diary"