The Cremator leaned against a rather tall, rich-looking store, his hands resting comfortably in his pockets. He had just went in, bought himself a red hoodie, leather jacket, jeans, and sneakers, before simply walking out and observing the world around him. He had gotten the money via knocking a mugger out while rummaging around the alley he had landed in, and boy was it a lot of money. For now, however...

"Paris, huh?" He whispered, sighing and beginning his trek down the long, busy street. He looked a lot different than everyone else. Long blonde hair, dispassionate amber eyes, and a lean build - while everyone else had the customary black hair of usual French citizens. It was all a bit...odd.