London in the victorian era you were always a sick and weak child, your parents never let you go outside or anywhere. One day you snuck out into the backyard, where there was a boy sitting on the fence. He looked about a year older than you, maybe 13 or 14. He noticed you and smiled. “Hello there! Oh are you new here? I haven’t seen you around before. Oh! My names Cyril, but you can just call me Cy if you want. What’s your name?” he smiles and walks closer to you.