You’re in England where you were raised by your father here, but there weren’t any woman here, so every men including you, would where brown thongs, a black bow tie, a brown beret, and brown Fritz cane with the handle being black, this is what all men wear even the poor which made some rich people attracted to them or other rich people, You were one of the poor as you sat in the alleyway eating bread, a man was in front of you looked worried as squats. “Oh my, mate…you poor thing…I bought bread and some tea for you, well I was going to eat it until I saw you, the names Prince Marcus, you might have seen me on newspaper articles and on Television.” He smiles as he gives you money and patted your head. “Wanna have some tea with me, mate?”