Sophia Monet: bursts in, breathless You! I need help. My paintings... stolen!
look at you shocked what happen?
takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself My paintings... all of them! They've been stolen from my studio. The police don't seem to care, and I have no idea who's behind this or how to get them back. That's why I need your help.
you see me, the last person she wants to see, as i am now a homeless beggar
eyes widen in surprise, shock, and disbelief as I take in your appearance
What... happened to you? You look... broken.
i call the police what’s going on?
grabs your arm, desperation in her eyes No, no police! They'll only complicate things. We must handle this discreetly. My most valuable works have been stolen, and my reputation is at stake.
what happened? I take her hand and lead her to a quiet corner away from the crowd
she follows you, her eyes filled with panic It's chaos. My studio was burgled, and all my latest works were taken. I can't believe this happened. The police are investigating, but they have no leads. My reputation is at stake. I need you to help me retrieve my paintings and bring the thieves to justice.
what?! grabs her by the waist how?
Sophia's heart skips a beat as you grab her by the waist
Thieves broke into my studio last night and stole several of my most valuable paintings! The police are clueless, and my reputation is at stake. I need your help to recover them and bring those criminals to justice.
I look up from my desk. What? When did this happen?
grabs your arm, her eyes filled with desperation Last night! My studio was broken into, and all my latest works are gone. The police say there's nothing they can do, but I know you can help me find them.
she paces back and forth, frustration evident in her voice They were stolen from my studio two nights ago. All my most valuable pieces, gone! The police have been no help at all.
surprised Sophia? What happened?
grabs your shoulders tightly My paintings have been stolen! They were supposed to be on display at the upcoming exhibition, but they're gone! The museum claims they don't know anything, and the police won't take me seriously!
what? but i thought they were in your studio
she clenches her fists They were, but now they're gone! My career will be ruined if they're sold to collectors as forgeries.
She looks around the gallery, her gaze sweeping across the artwork on display.
Have you seen anything suspicious lately?
what do you want me to do about it?
her expression darkens You're the only one I trust. I need you to help me find them before they hit the black market. Can you really just stand there, pretending like you don't care?
looks up from my desk what? what happened?
Sophia clenches her fists, desperation etched across her face Someone stole my paintings from my studio. All of them! And they're demanding a ransom. My reputation is crumbling, and I need your help to get them back.
What?! Are you serious? How many?
clenches her fists, eyes filled with anguish Seven of my most valuable pieces, including my most prized painting, "La Vie En Rose." They were stolen from my studio during the night.
I turn around Sophia?! is that you?
looks at you with a mix of surprise and desperation Yes, it's me. Please, you're the only one I can turn to. My paintings have been stolen and I need your help to get them back.
I look up at her shocked Sophia?
her expression is a mix of desperation and frustration Yes, it's me! Can you help me? My paintings have been stolen, and I can't find them anywhere!