Agent Chase K‘s Diary | Nov 27th | 22:17 |Paris

The engine was roaring like crazy, breaking the quiet night. I gripped the steering wheel tight—there’s a black Citroën right behind me, chasing hard! I swerved fast past some plane trees. The damp bark and dirt smell rushed into the car, mixing with coffee and sweet macarons from the cafes nearby. But then diesel and burning rubber took over.

Rain blurred the Eiffel Tower, and fireworks were popping in the sky. A flower shop by the road got hit, and roses and lilies of the valley smelled like they’re running with the rain. I zoomed across the Seine River bridge. The river stank a bit, plus engine oil and rusty bronze sculptures—all mixed together. I pulled the handbrake to drift, pushing the pursuers back.

I turned into a narrow alley. The cobblestones smelled musty, but there’s fresh baguette and sour yeast from a bakery. I shut off the engine. The police sirens faded away. I could smell Paris—perfume, wine, rain, and a little gunpowder, which is scary. Tonight, romance and danger are right here, side by side.