londe figure, "The guillotine is also awaiting you, Andre Quenet!"

Andre had been silently following the guard towards the committee''s office, “but upon hearing this sentence, he abruptly halted his steps. His body all at once wavered, as if struck with a heavy punch from behind.

Turning back, he met her glaring gaze, devoid of anything but rage and hatred. An extremely shocked and sorrowful expression washed over his face.

His lips moved, yet at last no explanation escaped them. He turned away once more, his spirit adrift and lost, moving aimlessly towards the depths of the corridor.