Je Ne Regrette Rien
8 décembre 1793
Once opulent and full of the richness of life, the city is a torch-lit darkness, stinking of death and screaming of everything sanguine. Eleni runs, and runs, and runs. She pushes her way through the crowd of people shouting insults at her. She did not know them, but they despised her. She is not Eleni to them. She is a symbol of everything the torches and blades aim to destroy. Liberté, Ega...