Following the blood-soaked New Year’s Eve, Swiss authorities have officially placed Jacques and Jessica Moretti—owners of “Le Constellation”—under the legal microscope. Recent separate interrogations have exposed the fatal flaws hidden behind the glamorous nightlife facade.
1. Serious Criminal Charges This is no longer viewed as a simple accident. Authorities are investigating charges of multiple counts of involuntary manslaughter, arson, and criminal negligence. Currently, Jacques is behind bars, while Jessica remains under house arrest as the investigation intensifies.
2. The Truth Behind the “Sparkler Girl” Contrary to initial rumors, the woman seen on camera standing on a colleague’s shoulders with a flaming sparkler was not a guest—she was an employee. Jessica admitted that while she didn’t directly order the stunt, she “never stopped it,” allowing these perilous practices to continue despite prior warnings from safety officials.
3. A Chain of Lethal Errors It began with tiny sparks from bottle service reaching the flammable soundproofing panels on the ceiling. Within minutes, an orange glow in the corner of the bar turned the celebration into a death trap. While Jacques spent a desperate hour trying to resuscitate Cyane Panine—the 24-year-old waitress who perished in the flames—hundreds of others were trampling each other in a frantic struggle to escape.
4. The Haunting Echoes of Survivors Nathan, a 19-year-old witness, remains trapped in a waking nightmare. “I saw people completely burned; I saw the crowd falling down the stairs in a panic,” he recounted, trembling. For Nathan and many others, the flames may be out, but the vision of those who never made it out will burn forever.
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