I went down the steps from the platform thinking already of the following day...

As an initiate and a serf don't escape from the Britannico-Russian Empire by the same ways, we had been separated for several months, but finally I was going to see her again, and this time, with un hooheh faces... oh! my tenderness, my pupil.

While I was following the first citizen-soldier towards the exit, a came out of the crowd and pointed a weapon and fired at me... whereas I was already pushed to the ground by my escort, I heard his words intersected with the detonations of his mechanism gun.

- In the Name of God, die traitor !

I felt my body to fall, and irremediably grabbed by gravity, I saw in the bloodshot eyes of my attacker an expression which froze my heart with terror... although now I qualify it simply as fanatic madness.

Then they arrested him, but I've been told he commited suicide, or rather his vital functions ceased working... which few people can explain, except by the destructive effects of drugs the Sect uses... main suspect of my attempted assassination.

I thus wrote "attempted", since several days after this dramatic event, I woke up in a bed in the sub-Ministry of Care...