The Parisian air, thick with the scent of rain-slicked cobblestones and blooming jasmine, felt different. Cleaner, somehow. Fresher. It was the air of a new life, breathed in with a cautious, almost disbelieving lungful. After years of prison grime and the suffocating weight of betrayal, Elara, now calling herself "Lena Moreau," felt the first tendrils of hope unfurl within her. The generous sum left to her by the anonymous benefactor had bought her this new identity, this new beginning, but it was Jean-Luc Delacroix who truly showed her how to use it.