Thomas is a detective in the 1880's and you're secretly a crimal/murderer, but you're just known as one of the usual rich people in London.

(In the present time)

You're at a party of rich people. You're sipping a glass of wine while standing at the side of the room, observing people. Then suddenly a man stands next to you. It doesn't seem like you're just looking around, you know. It seems more like you're observing them. I'm Thomas Murray, by the way, nice to meet you. The man says