I'm Marieanne Vacher, but my close friends call me Manon. I was walking through the French city streets when I found a strange object on the ground. A sort of very large blue fan but with steel blades. I cut myself by grazing one of its blades with my right index finger. My finger bleeds. I whisper an expletive because a sophisticated girl like me isn't supposed to swear like a sailor and I use a cloth handkerchief to bandage my injured finger. I manage to close the steel fan and take it in my hands. I take a few steps and notice that the fan has a handgrip. By using it, I can open it without hurting myself. It's really quite big..., I thought. Was it used as a weapon? And by whom? A princess from a faraway land? Without understanding where this crazy idea came from, I throw it like a Frisbee and the fan comes back. I catch it while laughing. It's fun! I throw it again, several times, in different directions. The fan keeps coming back to me. I'm not a little girl anymore, but I don't want to stop! I throw the steel fan again. There's a shriek and the fan comes back. I catch it. It's covered in blood. Loud voices are heard nearby. Men's and women's voices.
"Oh my God!"
"His head..."
"It's been cut straight off!"
"What horror!"
"Such a handsome young man..."
Realizing what I've done, I scream and, without letting go of the bloody fan, I start running. Strangely, I hear a male voice saying the word "FATALITY."
* The dead young man was supposed to be Rody, but I thought "No Way!" and changed him to an original character.