[When last we saw Quasimodo, he was doing all right for himself. He'd attended classes, made friends, and was starting to come out of his shell.
Things have gone downhill since then. Quasi's not in his room, or out on the roof, or any of his usual haunts. He hasn't answered his communicator since he disappeared two months ago.
But if you pass by Minister Frollo's office, you might hear a faint chanting. Most of it is Latin, as many prayers as a boy raised in a cathedral can remember, though every once in a while a non-Latin phrase slips through...]
I am deformed, and I am ugly, and these are crimes for which the world shows little pity...
((ooc: Quasi's being punished for his actions in the Mist, among other things. Open to all, but good luck getting through Frollo's locks.))