You’re walking in the Parisian sewers.
There’s no one around and your phone is dead.
Out of the corner of your eye you spot him.
Victor Hugo.
He’s following you, about 30 feet back.
He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint.
He’s gaining on you.
Victor Hugo.
You’re looking for your Jean, but you’re all turned around.
He’s almost upon you now, and you can see there’s France on his face.
My God, there’s France everywhere!
Running for your life from Victor Hugo.
He’s brandishing a brick, it’s Victor Hugo.
Lurking in the sewers…
Overly wordy author, Victor Hugo.
Living in the nude, Victor Hugo.
Killing for sport, Victor Hugo.
Eating all the bodies…
Actual cannibal Victor Hugo.