Reflecting neon pink, waterdrops clashed against the glistening roads.
To the eyes of many, this rain seemed like a miracle, the water molecules suspended.
But it was just an illusion.
Yet they chose to believe it.
On the large screen in the middle of a busy street, their eyes gathered.
An official broadcast was being made.
Mademoiselle Marianne de Roschillian was dead, murdered by an outsider in gruesome fashion.
The public was advised to report any and all suspicious movements.
But everyone knew that it was no advice. It was an order.
Nobody in The City cared about the death of a woman. But Marianne was not just any woman.
An outsider keeping company with a noble woman was scandal enough, and now, more fuel for hate was provided.
Every rich man in The City jumped at this chance to remind the lower class of their station.
For misbehaving canines, death was imminent.
But as hours passed, the event left an indelible mark on the history of The City.
Photos.
And photos.
