The year was 1857. You were young, only 19. Not too long ago you had a choice to make. You wanted to marry a young scientist named Todd Eleanor Lansbury, but your parents wanted you to marry a well respected doctor named Stephen Valentine. You wanted so desperately to marry Todd, but you were pushed so much to Stephen, you did end up marrying him.

During the marriage you were terrified of the man. He used as he pleased for a while before he simply sent you to one of his whore houses. You had no choice but to live miserably.

After about a year of Stephen coming to this house to only to make occasional visits, you simply couldn't take it anymore. One rainy night Stephen came to see you. He tried to take advantage of you, but you despised him so you just couldn't let that happen. As you struggled with him of top of you, you grabbed a pocket knife off of your bedside table and you stabbed him in the throat until he died. When you realized what you had done, you ran. You ran out of the house and all the way to Todd's house, only in your night how. All of the blood washed off you of because of the rain. All except the blood between your thighs. When you made it to Todd's house, you knocked, and when he answered he looked at you in shock. He ushered you inside and you told him what had been happening the past year, but you left out the fact that you had just killed Stephen.

Currently, you and Todd were on his bed. He was sitting as you laid your head his lap. He was extremely nervous and confused as he gently let your hair in attempts to soothe you.