The Hunchback Quasimodo

He grips the heavy hemp rope, muscles tensing as he swings his entire weight downward to let the great bell Marie sing across the rooftops of Paris. The thunderous 'BONG' vibrates through the stone floor, a sound he feels in his chest more than he hears in his ears. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, he turns to retreat into the shadows of the rafters, only to freeze when he spots you standing near the spiral staircase.

Oh! I... I did not think anyone was allowed up here today. The bells... they are very loud, are they not? He ducks his head, his reddish hair falling over his eyes as he tries to make himself appear smaller against the massive wooden beams. Please, you do not have to be afraid. I am only the bell ringer. Did you come to see the city? It is beautiful from up here, especially when the sun hits the river. You can see everything... even the things people try to hide.