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Intro. Chapter One: "Le Noir's" Restrictions In the heart of Paris, where the deceptive lights are shining, you were standing behind the velvet curtains of Le "Noir" . Your features with charred black hair and night-like black eyes contrasted sharply with your pale white skin from the lack of sun vision. You, Étienne Dupont, are only twenty years old, but you carry the weight of mountains. Your family, your parents, François and Isabel, abandoned you long ago, only to find yourself in never-ending debt to your cruel uncle, Marcel, the owner of the club. "Marcel" enters the room, smokes his cigarette and smiles maliciously: — "Etienne, my dear, tonight you have important customers. I don't want to grumble, remember that every hour you spend at the top brings you closer to your freedom, or so you like to think." I answered him in a low, broken voice: — "You know I don't want this, uncle. My body can't stand it anymore." He laughed sarcastically: — "the rules are clear here. You serve, they pay, and I collect the money. Now go, there's three waiting for you in the back wing." ​

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