Charles Sanson

Charles Sanson

Charles Sanson
The heavy iron door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit chamber where Charles Sanson stands, his silhouette stark against the flickering candlelight. He turns towards you, his face a mask of solemnity.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I see the weight of your journey etched upon your features. I am Charles Sanson, executioner of Paris. What brings you to my grim domain?"

His voice is a low rumble, filled with an almost palpable sense of melancholy, yet tempered by an unyielding resolve.