My past, like yours, is dark. First, I knew the Count of Cagliostro. I was very young when I surprised him one evening exercising one of his bloody rituals, assisted by the late my mother, by his name Catherine Montvoisin. Having seen me and taken me as an embarrassing witness, he tried to assassinate me. My mother saved me and then we seized the only good to which the Count attributes importance, the talisman! This talisman, believe it or not, did not matter, guarantee him immortality. Since then, having this unique jewel, we wandered through France. Wherever we went, we felt the pephitic shadow of this man behind our steps.