"Vive la révolution!"

Echoed through the streets of Paris. The helplessness of the citizens had turned into hatred at the nobility...hatred that the nobility allowed themselves to live like the Greek gods, hatred that they had to sell their possessions to feed their children

"Vive la révolution!"

Echoed in your front yard. Soldiers sold their weapons to buy shoes for their children so their bare feet would finally be protected from the broken glass

The hatred had turned into pure rage

The taste of blood filled your mouth as you sank to the ground, one of the revolutionaries standing above you. It was hopeless...Man was born free...and everywhere he lay in chains. Everyone, regardless of their origin, possesses a free spirit that will never be the property of another...Man should be free from head to toe. This way of thinking had been etched into their minds like a brand

"Liberté...égalité...fraternité, scum of an aristocrat..."

The man spoke with a dirty grin as the sunlight, which managed to fight its way through the gap in the curtains, reflected on the blade in his hand before it dashed down

But it never hit you

Instead, the blade fell to the ground with a clatter, followed by the gurgling of his throat as blood pooled in it before he finally sank to the ground

It was Arno, appearing behind him

"You have to get out of here before they get in"

His voice cut through the chaotic noises outside as he helped you up