He turned back and thrust the paper in her hand. "Lara, please." He turned around and picked a piece of paper up from the small table. Werner raised his hands, trying to stop her from leaving. "Handle it, Werner!" Lara said, standing up to face him. "Because I'm being stalked," Werner said, standing up and pointing to the window with his left hand. "Why should I care?" Lara said, moving to get up and leave. He only wanted to use her again to get what he wanted. "I'm tracking five Obscura paintings for a client called Eckhardt. He could probably hear in her voice she doesn't want to be here. "Go on," Lara said, making Werner look at her. I need you to get something for me," Werner said as he looked at his hands. There was silence for a few moments but Lara didn't want to be here so she broke it. He sat down on the chair in front of a circular window and gestured for her to sit down. Werner ushered her into the apartment quickly and closed the door. The door of the apartment room opened up with a creak and Lara found herself face to face with the very man she once called friend and mentor. Lara could swear it still sounded like he was afraid of something or someone. "Who is it?" Werner's voice came from the other side. Lara took the elevator up the floor she needed to go to and knocked on the door. Let's just go to floor 4, number 24, and get this over with. As it started drizzling, she walked up the small stairs and entered the building. It still looked in good condition but there was also no soul in sight. Lara looked at the Chantell building in front of her. I've seen too many things in my life to be scared of a silly man trying to kill people for fun. "Thanks," Lara said, paying him and climbing out of the cab. I do my job and hope and pray they leave me alone," he said. "This person kills you, rips your guts out, and leaves weird symbols on the walls before they leave." The press calls it the Monstrum killer," he said. "Well, there have been very grotesque murders lately. "No, I've been a bit too busy for the news," she said, keeping her cool. "Lady, have you watched the news lately?"
The driver glanced at her through the mirror and sighed. "Sorry, what's going on?" Lara asked the cab driver from her back seat. But seeing it as if it were a ghost town shocked her.
It was strange, knowing that Paris was full of tourists who came to the city of love and all that. As they drove, she noticed the streets were quiet. Lara arrived late at night in Paris and took a cab through the town.