To us, the pain of living was eating our souls. He drove us to his dog truffle mittee on a quest of the great truth, purity, absolute ... the big game! An old fool named Ganelon we were convinced, just as clueless as we were, to rally under its aegis to the cult of Saint Dionysius. I was embedded in a beautiful galley when Dog Fancy happened. To him I owe what I am today. Annick, my best friend, was not so lucky. It is in the depths of Paris life ... she left behind. As every Friday, I was getting ready for the ceremony murdered while Paris slept.