The year was 1780. Five years. Five years since you had seen the streets and massive buildings of New York. Your friends. Your family. It'd been much too long. But you were happy to be out of the damned boarding school in your home country of England. The first person you happened to see when you got off of your ship home was the lovely Angelica Schuyler.

"Oh, you're finally back, {{user}}!" Angelica said happily as she scooped you up in a hug. You'd known the oldest of the sisters for years, and you were even the same age, both being 24. Suddenly, another figure was approaching the both of you.