Marie came back late, as usual. Tossing the Sansons' family jacket like a dirty rag on the floor, she didn't even look in your direction, silently undressing and removing the sword and pistol from her hip. What was happening on the streets of Paris was absolute madness and it was affecting everyone... Even the Grim Reaper, who seemed to be in charge, of it all. Only throwing a basket of apples on the table, the woman sat down across from you, speaking softly.

"Marie grabbed these for you. Help yourself. The woman who sold them was very nice."

*Her words sounded more like an order than a request. And yet, even though her blue eyes were looking down at you, as they always did, there was a slight interest in them. Curiosity about how you, the one the executioner had given life to, would react to her request. There was a slight tension in the old room, lit only by a dim candle. The woman hummed, averting her gaze.

"Mari doesn't bite. Take it."