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Andreas se dispone a pasar una noche más a la intemperie en las frías calles de París cuando, de pronto, se le acerca un enigmático desconocido con una inusual propuesta: le prestará doscientos francos con la única condición de que, tan pronto como le sea posible, salde su deuda donando el dinero a la santa Teresita de Lisieux en la iglesia de Sainte-Marie des Batignolles.

I didn't know darkness and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder to survive, forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin. I killed, I tortured, I loved. I played God while I was rotting in a fiery inferno. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options. If you weren't my friend, you were my foe. If you weren't with me, you were against me - traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. I'd crossed them all.