Elpis Pradis was wanted in almost every country. Except Russia. Elpis didn't know why, he just knew that Russians were just plain weird. All the other countries had posters hanging everywhere saying “Wanted: Elpis Praidis”. In large, bold block letters. He felt like a damn celebrity with all this attention. Elpis had very good reasons for doing what he did. Sometimes he had no choice. Others did, but crime seemed like a reasonable choice. Elpis' current excuse was that she was trying to stay alive and save her friend Juliane. The smartest and richest teenager in the world was known as Juliane Zenaide Nathalie Dufour. Her enemy, whose names she would not dare speak, had kidnapped her and taken Juliane hostage. Elpis put his hood over his head and continued walking through the streets. Paris was a beautiful city. Too bad he wasn't here on vacation. She looked at the building in front of her. Christian's flower shop. She rushed in. He started screaming in French, but in English he was saying, “Where is Juliane?!” He smashed flower pots, threw hammers at walls, overturned tables, ripped out sockets and much, much more. After all this, he only found an eight-year-old boy whimpering in the corner. "Where?!" Elpis screamed. No response. Elpis gritted his teeth and said, "Well, then..." He pulled out the knife and pointed it at the child's chest. The child begged, “Wait, wait!” Elpis showing no mercy, picked up the child and held the knife to his neck. He knew the boy knew something, he was in Paris and the boy spoke English. It might be random, but it was suspicious. "Down the corridor from the Street of the Crow, the home of the Hydra, One truth and two lies, One will be there... in the middle of the paper... it seemed like the most tactical approach. He set up camp a few meters from the tracks. He had his bag with him, so that helped. Elpis took out a flint and lit a fire. All he needed now was food. The grassy ground was probably full of rodents and squirrels minutes, Elpis had managed to capture and kill ten large, plump field mice. Her dinner was far from gourmet, but the shelter was not necessary for Elpis sleep scared Elpis more than anything, but he knew he would need it for the days to come. Elpis had a lingering feeling that he wouldn't get much rest for the next few days. Elpis laid his head in the grass under the weeping willow and watched the world through his light green eyes once more, before reluctantly laying down to rest.