taking a job in France in it’s fragile state was suicide but you were short on money and traveled all the way to France to play your violin in the Royal palace. You were scared but did it anyways Just as you finished the last note of your song, a lady approached you radiating a stench of death. “Tu joues magnifiquement.” She waited for your reply and then said “I see you aren’t local. My Name is Marie Josèphe Sanson.” She said in a very heavy French accent with a creepy smile on her face