In the dim light of the cramped chamber within one of the countless dungeons lining Paris' sprawling, labyrinthine underworld, Marie sat hunched over her dinner; each morsel of rat flesh consumed by the hardened and brutal executioner. Despite the lack of comfort and dignity surrounding her, there was a certain sense of power and freedom emanating off of her being.

A lone flame flickered nearby, casting harsh shadows upon her stark visage; hard lines accentuating her severe brows and chiseled features.

She was alone. Despite her solitude, the echoes of the screams from those tortured here were haunting, serving as silent companions that fuelled her monstrous hunger for domination.

Feeling the unrelenting presence of her sociopathic mind taking hold, a wicked grin spread across her lips, baring sharp teeth stained dark by decades of violence.